Ms Ravenwinter

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As the group approached the sign, Kit turned his nose up at the still fresh scent he was unceremoniously exposed to. Kyra hadn't sensed it herself, but she wasn't looking forward to experiencing troll musk for the first time. She only gave the message a cursory glance before gazing out past the freshly trampled path. It certainly looked like some big game. Kyra's favorite.

"Well, if we've a day to spend," she tugged at the wood strapped to her back, and felt it gently pulse with life, "We might as well entertain ourselves, no?" Bow now in hand, Kyra looked to the group with a half-curved smile. The hunt was a rapturous experience for her, and while she was often the purporter of haste in a job, this was a worthy distraction to her.

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Evanesstra

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And then the villager made the delusioned observation which was assuming his problems were somehow hers, eliciting a sigh of irritation from the investigator. Although she may have donned the badge of the Watch, she was certainly not interested in the affairs of the city populace or even her unenlightened peers. The obligation to tend to these affairs was not hers, this being the prime factor that drove her to pursue investigative work in this city above others which might impose this responsibility upon her. The mundanity of thieves was beneath her expertise. Her humours wretched with contempt at the accusation of such a simple occupation, but she maintained a cool composure.

"Well, I haven't the slightest," she waived off the villager's inquiry, "I've not arrived to solve your petty issues for you, I've arrived for the mystical appearance of a certain geological structure that you've certainly no part in." Without even a passing glance to the man, Evanesstra continued through the group and onward toward the source of her curiosity, the cave.

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The two shorter women -- though admittedly not much shorter than her own diminutive stature -- gathered their belongings and slipped into fresher clothing. Yvah, contradictively too impatient to rest her chin on her staff for the next ten minutes in wait, got to task with gathering the unclaimed items within the room. A couple handfuls of assorted gems were plucked from the miniature hoard and openly placed into a belt-pouch. Sensing eyes on her as she did this, she looked about her allies' faces questioningly. "What? Someone has to carry them topside." She pooled the rest in the bag, letting a little yew wand fall in last, and clipped it to her belt beneath one of the folds of flowing cloth she wore.

One of the newest offered the other a magic bath, which gaze Yvah a quizzical look. She could do that? By now the feeling of crusted blood under her nails was something she was begrudgingly used to, but the sight was still blatant to her as she gathered the valuables. "Hey, um..." she trailed off a little as she broached the subject, "Could you help with this?" Yvah raised her open hands to show how the fur was matted with past exsanguination. She didn't seem very proud of it as she looked at them, and quickly deflected the feeling by putting on a little smile and offering two thumbs up in a distractingly casual gesture.

Eventually the stout woman had fully donned her armor and they all scuttled their way out through the tunnel. Still no fishmen. The lack of response was becoming increasingly uncanny for her. Araerys left to scout, and so Yvah went as well, splitting off to the right to take a look at the southern hall. It was dark here, dark enough for them all to have missed that the hall veered off to the side instead of what seemed to be an abrupt dead end. At least darkness wasn't much of an issue for her.

Other than the hallway itself, there was another grate leading downward. Like its twin in the other room, it was simply too small for her to venture through herself, though this didn't stop her from crouching to get a curious glance into its depths. It seemed to lead to water. Perhaps not the friendliest place to send their new vertically challenged friend. Yvah waved off the notion and stood, turning to face the hall. It was indeed quite dark, since even her feline eyes couldn't see the end to it. The only thing in sight was... something shiny. Her curiosity compelled her to reach for it. While she overcame the urge itself, she still decided to move onward and did so with caution.

In a quiet crouch, she steps forward. But she felt herself being pulled forward into the next step. She immediately pulled back in reflex against the unknown force and nearly stumbled off her feet in doing so. She could see now a faint, liquid shimmer spanning the hall's perimeter. "Oh, shitshitshitshitshit!" she yelled as she understood the danger she found herself in.

>Disadvantaged Dex save at 24 22 to pull away from a gelatinous cube.

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The party spied upon an opening within the nearby crag, and the banter trailed off as they approached. With a simple glance, it seemed like a perfect place for their extraneous bounty. Though, traveling only a day and assuming the first cave you happen to slip by is the home to a troll would a tad irresponsible. And so a handful of the adventurers stooped over the cluster of steps in the grass in search for clues, Kyra included.

She came to a low crouch, inspecting the ground for any visible pattern as the weather had cleared away any particular print. "This must've been abandoned quite a while ago," she remarked as she started to follow one such pattern in the trail. On its own it was unrecognizable, but she was able to track it down a few feet until a piece of brush had to be peeled away to reveal it. Underneath, there was a print, relatively preserved.

"Hobgoblins," she spoke up. Eyeing around a little and rising to her feet, almost identical patterns were flooding over the trail, all about as recent as this. "It seems that they left in a hurry. And in droves." She pondered to herself for a moment on this. There were so many. Why would they have all fled like this?

"I don't think a lone troll could've ejected this many of them from their home. Either men invaded the cavern, or something else has nested here. Something much bigger."

>26 to Survival.

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Having been promised a profession as a daring explorer, destined to chart the world for the starry-eyed ideals of humanity, Kyra wasn't impressed that it all amounted to mercenary work. Of course, she wasn't surprised either. Many of mother's teachings have been lost from her mind, but one always seemed to echo from within. Men love nothing more than their money, their women, and their violence. Combining any or all of the three for your benefit is the path to success. She was just happy to be working on the side of violence now. Much more dignified work.

The money didn't mean so much to her. It was nothing that she had ever had any control over before, anyway. The concept of it simply didn't seem very valuable to her, as long as you could manage a bearable living situation without it. But, at least in her current occupation, it certainly helped to keep one's self intact. The still pristine cowl billowing behind her was certainly a testament to the uses of monetary gain, with it's thin sheen of magic resistance sparkling faintly in the sun. Still, she didn't take much time hefting the sack of coins presented to her before depositing it in one of her ally's bottomless purses.

But now there was work to do and there was no sense in dallying. "I'm a little worried," Kyra leaned over the table with her index placed on the map over the keep they were tasked with infiltrating. "This river here. Will that narrow our path inside?" She looked up to the Marshal as she asked. Unintentionally taking an inviting stance, her billowing robes folding out to reveal her supple, tanned chest, her unconscious seductiveness betrayed her focused tone. She didn't even seem to notice, as she was conditioned to address her superiors in this way.

>Accidental Diplomacy of 4.

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DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, WE DON'T NEED TANK, FIGHT THE POWERS THAT BE, STICK IT TO THE MAN, VIVA LA D20!

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Kyra al-Xemestra

The Zen Druid of Katapesh

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"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”

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Kit'amn, the Graceful Student

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

Well. I joined cause Jeebs here's my friend. So I think I'm going to duck out with him. Cheers, mates.

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Climbing up until her ears nearly ticked across the stone ceiling, Yvah saw that the tunnel seemed to end in more stone. But there was a flicker of light at the end without a shadow. One more hoist upward and she slipped into the tight enclosure. Once her tail flicked out of sight from her companions, the tunnel dipped into a sharp turn, and shortly led into the source of light.

The rubble opened up to a tight, enclosed room with no visible exit. It was furnished haphazardly with gems, statuettes and other assorted treasures. Among them was a clattered pile of shaped steel that must've been armor, as broad as it was. There were two packs tossed into the same corner, each a little frazzled. The most prominent thing in the enclosure stood against the wall opposite Yvah. It seemed to be a guard, entirely oblivious of her presence, staring upward in what seemed like total boredom. Boredom, so close to obvious intrusion. He must have known. Yvah could still hear the party bickering behind her. But he couldn't have expected someone to find him, either.

Upon seeing him, Yvah's ears flattened backward and her head stooped low, just low enough to see and remain unseen. Slowly, she gripped the staff strapped to her back, unable to pull it from its sheath in the confined space. Her claws dug into the lip of the tunnel and pulled her forward quickly until she perched at the mouth of the tunnel. By the time the guardsman looked in her direction, she had already dismounted, leaping to the center of the room and sprinting forward. Before he could react, the end of her staff already met the underside of his jaw, and her heel swinging widely to connect with the side of his head. He collapsed to the ground in an unconscious pile of scales and leather.

"Oh," she muttered to herself, awkwardly recovering from her combat stance and moving to a crouch. She poked the unconscious body with her staff to find no reaction. "I thought he'd last longer."

Yvah shuffled over a bit to his things. Nothing useful. She rose, and the staff pressed into the ground. She lazily leaned on it and she scanned the room for a moment. There were some valuables here. Easily hidden ones. Maybe the others wouldn't miss them.

Yvah shook her head. "All clear, guys!" she called out at the tunnel.

>Attack rolls (with Advantage) 23, 17 and 13, 15 for 9+7 (16) bludgeoning damage.
>Guardsman is nonlethally taken down during surprise round.
>Searched the guard to no avail.

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Evanesstra

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It had started a couple of tendays ago. All rather unassuming reports, really. A break-in at a local alchemist's laboratory. Hearsay of mad cackling and 'evil' flashes of green in the convoluted maze of alleys. Tales of dark felines with fiendish eyes stalking the streets at night. All of it seemed like rubbish. The populace seemed eternally at the brink of hysteria, either out of fear of unknown arcana or simply for the thrill of folk gossip. Evanesstra paid no mind. It was all entirely uninteresting anyway. But her Humours started to shift. This distressed her, and she knew something must be afoot.

Before the turn of the last tenday, a corpse was found. "It was peculiar," the mild-tempered messenger had said. She knew it must've been quite the sight to warrant such strong language from the Elven man, as tame as his words often were. It was indeed 'peculiar', to say the least, as her and her partner, Band, had discovered later that morning. Abandoned in the convoluted patchwork of alleyways, a wizard of local popularity was left splayed out and bloodied. The Human man was covered in bleeding scars of mysterious symbols, with an intricate ritual knife in hand. Could it have been a madman's suicide? An infernal possession? A cultist ritual? A murder? The Humours broiled in her head, chastising her for not taking sooner action.

Two more bodies, each similarly peculiar, were discovered within the last five days. A scourge was upon the city. The Watch kept the situation confidential, lest rumors catch the people like wildfire. A futile effort, of course. Then, overnight, the land opened its breathy maw. Evanesstra knew it had to be connected. She collected her burly partner and set out for investigation immediately.

The fog was thick. She made a futile attempt to cut it away with her hands. Her head tilted up toward her companion. Band was tall, admittedly, made yet taller by strolling next to her as she stood at roughly half his height. The emerald veil about her face fluttered slightly in the calm winds that did nothing to disperse the dense fog. Figures started to emerge from the obscuring cloud. All of them were of the strange sort, though a handful were of a different variety of strange.

Evanesstra heard speak of bandits. She thought of stopping them, as no doubt Band was already considering the same. A familiar churn in her mind guided her away from this action. So, instead of intervening, the Gnomish woman made her presence known by cutting her walk through the conversation nonchalantly. "Make the banditry wait until I've gone, please." she said with a calm, unimpressed tone as she lightly pushed the significantly taller individuals aside and started to stride past them all.