Thinslayer

Condemned

Erudessa's retort is roughly translated, "Go french-kiss an orc."

Condemned

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Gurgle stopped.
The crowd hushed.
Fifty pieces? For an elf? That was an offer old Gurgle had to seriously consider. With that kind of money, he could afford to buy off the crowd's good opinion and still turn a profit. And if he could make a show of freeing her so he wouldn't have to buy off anyone, he could keep all the proceeds for himself. Considering that all she wore now was a few cloth straps, the most embarrassing way to hand her off would be to force skin contact with her new master. He grinned, baring all his ugly yellow teeth. "Very well, Ranger. You can have her. Here, take her!" He took her by the arm and dragged her part of the way, then shoved her toward Lanik. With the partial paralysis already setting in, she wobbled, stumbled, and crashed into Lanik. The crowd roared with laughter. "Not so elegant now, are you, elf?" one woman jeered. "I bet your master's going to love you in bed!" one man taunted.

Sweating profusely and drawing ragged breaths, Erudessa only had enough strength to wrap her arms around Lanik's neck and pray she didn't fall further. Brutes...the lot of you... The only expression she could muster was an exhausted scowl. With her forehead buried in Lanik's neck, she got a whiff of his scent. Though she couldn't visually recognize him from the altar, his smell was more familiar to her. From the forest. I think this man is a Ranger. The one I helped? No, this one's a little different. His companion. Should I thank him? What if he has a more painful end in mind for me? I'd better hold my thanks until I know what he plans to do with me.

Gurgle roared again. "Ah ha ha ha! Aw, how sweet, how touching their reunion. Look at the way she holds him, like a whore spent from a night of lovemaking. Go enjoy your elf, Ranger! Wah ha ha ha ha ha!" All the onlookers roared with him.
"Eca, a mitta lambetya cendelessë orcova," Erudessa retorted under her breath.

A guard seized the fifty golds pieces, and the auctions resumed. Erudessa looked up at Lanik.
"Hello again," she breathed.

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@Thinslayer I think it still works. She probably just arrived a little bit before they all came outside, so in your next post you can have her react to it all spilling onto the streets?

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Sure thing! Given that she's unfamiliar with the Mad God or related theology, she wouldn't know which side to choose, so until she becomes better-informed, she'll endeavor to stay out of it.

@Infamous Empath Question. Can I assume D'ren is more or less immortal? Because that's the trait Freyja is looking for.

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Dangit, I'd forgotten that the fight was taken outside. Should I edit?

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The universe shuddered and groaned. The air, like a lense, focused for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, a silver sphere appeared on the earth. It sparkled like a million shooting stars until fading into nothingness, leaving behind...a woman. Her silver hair flew in her face under the stiff wind, and she pushed it back into her hood. Then she opened her eyes.

Shit Faced Tavern

She knitted her brows. "What kind of a name is that?" she said to herself. Freyja fished out a strip of paper with coordinates on it. "This is the place..." She shoved it back in her pocket and moved toward it. The closer she got, the more chaos she saw. Outside, people were running and tripping over themselves to get away. A man slumped to the ground. The shadows of a brawl danced in the windows. I suppose introductions are in order. She shoved open the doors to find an overgrown crocodile, a barbarian, and a shadow person duking it out between the tables.

"Nope."

Freyja shut the doors and went back out. A dark-skinned man had picked up the slumped-over man and put him on a wagon. Might as well get a bit of information from them. Should I pretend to be a concerned citizen, or just be casual about it? After a moment's pondering, she wandered over to the wagon and approached the dark-skinned man. "Hey, what's going on over there?" she asked, jutting a thumb at the inn.

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Gwen's first mission
Gwenivere Valentine is her alias.

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Freyja Valatin (pronounced "freia vala-teen")

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Species: Angelus virgo, maiden angel, a.k.a. "valkyrie"
Birthdate: February 14th, 269
Height: 6'
Weight: 140lbs
Notable Features: A black scar over her left eye where the demons entered her body; silver eyes; magic silver hair

The Exile Queen

In ancient mythology, Valkyries were thought to guide the souls of fallen warriors to the afterlife. The truth was a bit more complicated. Angels often came down to earth in human form to turn the course of the world in the right direction, and the only way for humans to leave their mortal bodies is to die. So whenever an angel's work was completed, an assassin angel, or "valkyrie," would be sent to slay them and guide their souls back. One human witnessed this event, spawning the myth.

Killing the bodies of mortal angels wasn't the only task assigned to the valkyries, however. Their skills made them well-suited to hunting down demons and possessed mortals. With only twelve valkyries in the world and thousands of angels and demons to manage, someone had to decide which targets took priority. That job fell to Freyja, the most competent of the valkyries. Under her leadership, the valkyries successfully restrained the demon hordes for millennia.

Until Freyja herself fell prey to a demon. During a pitched battle against the forces of darkness, a Balrog ensnared her and opened her body to possession through her left eye. A thousand demons poured in, wresting control of her body and using her to assassinate her fellow angels for a hundred years. When she finally managed to drive out the demons from her body, the damage was done. Shamed by her failures, she hunted down the Balrog, stole his two Daemon Blades, and vowed to spend the rest of her life making things right.

Current Role

Freyja wasn't the only one with sins to atone for. Prophecies foretold of six other individuals gifted with immortality who, after being freed of corruption, would band together to push back against the darkness. She warped to the realm of the Mad God to seek the first one...

Powers & Abilities

* 2 Daemon Blades: The right-handed one is named Dawn, and the left-handed one is named Dusk. They spawn when she opens her hands and wills them into the mortal plane, and despawn when she lets go of them. They can cut through anything and everything in the physical realm and cannot be stolen (except by touching the handle and dismembering the wielder's hand, which is how Freyja got them).
* Light Magic: Her silver hair possesses the power of light. While the energy can be focused into a damaging beam or spread out for illumination, a more practical use is to break spells and uncover deception. Traps and lies are immediately revealed upon casting Light.
* Healing: Freyja can rapidly heal both herself and others. Speeding up the natural healing processes is cheap, magically speaking, but regenerating lost limbs is much more taxing and can only be done once a day.
* Gauntlets & Greaves: Freyja wears armored gauntlets and greaves with which to block physical strikes. They are more or less unbreakable.
* Grey Cloak & Hood: The fabric of her cloak cannot be torn, cut, or pierced by ordinary means, is flame-retardant and water-resistant, and offers excellent protection from the elements. It won't prevent weapons from harming her, but at least it never needs to be washed or repaired.
* Hidden Strength: Despite her slight build, Freyja is stronger than she looks. She can run long distances without tiring, wrestle grown men to the ground, and wield heavy weapons with ease. Her unarmed attacks hit hard and can be lethal.
* Combat Training: Freyja is familiar with swordfighting, archery, gunfighting, and unarmed combat. She is strongest with swords.
* Warp Pod: A spherical vessel designed to transport a single individual through space and time to any destination of their choice. It forms and disintegrates from its storage place in a pocket dimension. Takes about 10 seconds to form.
* Fairy Dust: A portal on her cloak contains a handful of magic dust, useful for telekinetic manipulation, spellcasting, and general magecraft. Currently, Freyja knows how to use it to create fire, shielding, basic potions, and levitation.

Condemned

Midhaven is laid out as follows: There is a tall white palace in the center of the city, with high spires and onion-shaped domes. Just south of it is the Auction House, a boring box structure. In fact, the rest of the city is mainly clay box houses with flat roofs and not much else. That said, the buildings are fairly modular, and can be stacked several times before structural integrity is compromised. The buildings further in are multi-story stores, with the bottom floor reserved for business and the upper floor for residence. Further out are the residential districts where you'll find inns and rental places. On the outermost edges of the city are the abodes of the wealthy, the larger and more ornate houses belonging to captains, generals, and aristocrats. Not all the outer ring is residence though - the northern half is heavy industry. Yeah, the blacksmiths and carpenters are in the center of the city, but the mines, mills, and factories, the real industry of the city, are along the northern rim. Farms and plantations can be found in the surrounding suburbs.

Midhaven also contains remnants of the former cultures that lived there. Their water treatment and sewage systems remain among the most advanced in the world, and there is a functioning electric power plant on the outskirts of the city. With the loss of electrical knowledge, however, the plant is now only used to keep the mines and water pumps running.

Condemned

Buying a slave, especially an engineer/healer like Eru, would be an investment for him, then. He'd have to make more profit from her than he lost acquiring her, which might give him reason to put pressure on her to produce results. Combined with his preexisting disposition against her kind, there's plenty of room for conflict. I like your thinking. Let's roll with that. :)

Condemned

Maybe I should ask a different question first: What char dev arc did you have in mind?