Assallya

The Raiders of Norn

The blonde elven woman almost missed a step in her dance. She simply hadn't been expecting that reaction. Wizards would have respected and appreciated the concept of using a weaker spell to defeat an opponent. The marshaling of power was of the utmost importance to a wizard. More-so since magic was more fleeting, draining from the land but the hedge knight wouldn't know about the wizard community's darkest secret.

For a moment she considered trying to get him to look upon her, to befuddle him as well, but he'd likely be too smart for that. She wished she could look him in the eyes to better gauge his intentions but unfortunately her new "companion" was wisely not looking in her direction. Should she state that she could bind him to her will, making him her thrall? She suspected not. He might not like a lingering threat like that and simply chuck the rock.

"By Sharess' tits," Assallya swore profanely as she slid her foot along the edge of the wagon's roof in her latest movement that drew attention to the slenderness of her legs, "Can you not count? You defeated but three of their number so far and I defeated more than a half score! I can also identify items of magic, translate ancient texts, and probably a dozen things you cannot which would be of aid in acquiring the treasures of this place."

[Multiverse Spaceship RP] Stargate: Paradigm

Secondly... And this is by impulse. I'm at work and don't have the ability to take time off to look something up. They have to shut down the EMH on voyager sometimes to make scientific calculations or otherwise need lots of processing power-

Are we even sure a ship can field an entire team of holographic security officers?

[Multiverse Spaceship RP] Stargate: Paradigm

Most plasma isn't exactly... "Hot" in the typical sense. It's better worded as "energetic". It's a gas that is greatly ionized. It's "hot" in the same way that an area infused with hard radiation is considered hot. It has little to do with actual temperature save as a most common result of that energized particle interacting with it's surrounding medium (or in our case- target)

The Raiders of Norn

By Murkul's shriveled black balls! The elven sorceress nearly spluttered, one eye blinking from having blood in it. She was splattered in blood again. This was why she hated violence and why she had others do it for her. Well, that and the resultant danger of being skewered while inflicting violence.

Then the hedge knight began speaking and making an offer. She had to admit, she completely had to reevaluate the man after he opened his mouth. He'd come to collect items from corpses? Honorable knights didn't speak thusly. No, they'd make up an excuse for looting the long dead inhabitants of their valuables, justifying their depredations on some fool quest or something else about the "greater good".

Finally, he threatened to give her over to the ogre sized goblin.

"I can do more than you could imagine," and began to rise, noting that the knight didn't bother offering her a hand up, "Now, look away from me and be ready to strike him down. You will know when."

While rising she had considered a few spells but simple was always best and weaker spells, given that magic was being leeched away somehow felt safer than attempting one of her more powerful spells. So, instead she began to dance. Her slender pale limbs began to catch at the air, spinning in gentle circles, moving to a song that she was humming softly. Her hips began to sway, twisting and writhing as a serpent's might and then, finally, her bare feet shifted back and forth on the roof of her vardo wagon. Her bracelets and anklets began to chime along to the rhythm, giving voice to the music she was so barely humming. She moved with the grace of a leaf caught in the wind and her golden hair caught the light of the moon struggling to reach through the trees and glistened. Beneath the stone goliath's severed hand, holding it's castle slaying sword she danced, moving like the shadow before a flickering flame.

That's when the magic began. It was a simple spell, channeled through her dance, one of blatant mesmerism. As the massive goblin stared at her, gaping in dumbfounded rapture, she continued to dance, captivating him completely.

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*begins singing*

Raiders of the Norn
Raiders of the Norn
Into this ruin we're born
Into this battle we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
A pilgrim out alone
Raiders on the Norn
There's a killer on the road

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*titters *. Gold I have. *Touches temple with fingers * It's the magic bleeding out of the world that concerns me. Once word gets out that magic is receding all my enemies will come knocking looking for a pint of flesh!

Maybe I could have hired adventurers to explore this place for me but then everyone would want to know why I suddenly care about finding relics.

Not all illusions are sorcery.

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Life seemed so much simpler when I was a central figure in the criminal syndicates, black mailing nobles and had plenty of bodyguards and hired killers to command.

Whose brilliant idea was it to explore the ruins of Norn anyways?

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Bah... mere pretenders to the name!

They shall never know the true wonders of the cosmos! Nor will they have access to the mightiest of spells like the awesome might of the Charm Contagion or the Meteor Swarm!

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Magi shouldn't be in the front lines!

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Sparing a glance at her newfound friend, Assallya silently cursed him. She had to admit, right at this moment she was rather jealous. Their stone weapons were no match for a good set of field plate even so motley as it seemed to be. Her complete lack of armour was exceedingly apparent at the moment.

Firing at bottles on a field-stone wall was a far cry different than shooting someone in the heat of the moment. With a grimace crossing her lovely face Assallya aimed her crossbow at the first advancing goblin and then, exercising poor form, she closed both kohl shaded eyes and squeezed the firing lever. The light crossbow bucked in her arms and the feathered bolt loosed, lancing through the short space between her and her goblin attacker. It caught him high in the bicep and he forgot all about climbing as he fell screaming in agony.

However, the next goblin was upon her. He had clamored up the dead horse's tackle and had planted one green skinned hand on the cusp of her wagon's roof. Assallya lashed out, her pale bare foot striking at his face and the small green fiend grabbed her by the ankle and yanked. The act put her completely off balance. She dropped her crossbow and found herself sliding forwards even as the goblin pulled himself up.

His small hand was pinching some of the gold anklets against her skin painfully while his other hand reached up and grabbed the vardo's wooden bench. He used them both to pull himself up atop the wagon.

"Sharess' tits..." Assallya exclaimed as the child sized monster literally towered over her, "I yield! I yield!"