Hmm, where are all the NPCs from Smuggler's Shiv that I'm supposed to *ahem* visit?
Aerys, Sasha and Gelik are curiously absent... ;)
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Chivane looks about to dive backwards off the battlements when the roar of a lion splits the night sky. She looks to her right just as she feels two impacts — a glowing bolt of energy slamming into her solar plexus, and an arrow protruding from her side. As her legs start to go out from beneath her, she braces against the merlon behind her when the stars and rings above her are blotted out by a dark shape pouncing upon her.
With a dive from the parapets, Mal crushes Chivane's frail form against the merlon breaking the stone and sending her flying over the edge. As Mal falls with her towards the rocks and water below, he can see her once supple form dissolve away into a red mist leaving only her catsuit, helmet and swords to continue their plummet.
Chivane take a step to the east putting her back to the crenellation and a red mist begins to form around her like during the fight before. Trying desperately to even the odds, she attacks Stallings with everything she has...
She strikes him three times, and on the final hit brings into play the poison on her offhand weapon. Stallings slumps against the wall, his throat torn and blood everywhere.
As Monroe rises to his feet, he reads Chivane's movements and doesn't fall prey to the same feint she used on Stallings. Never-the-less, her accuracy keeps him on the defensive wounding his leg.
Stallings coughs blood as the assassin's footwork throws him off letting her bury her blade up under the weakspot in his mail below the armpit.
Perception Checks
Grak flies ahead of his mistress hovering anxiously above Yvonne. Not a moment later, Lureene comes flying up, potion in hand. She takes a quick look around, sees no one and begins pouring a potion down Yvonne's throat. Suddenly from beside her she hears a silky elven voice edged with indignation, "That is my armor!"
In the next instant, she feels the jagged edge of a cruel blade pierce the side of her neck, down into her core and she blacks out bleeding to death atop the woman she just saved. Outside, everyone hears Grak wailing in terror, "" , Alis, Alex, Vincent, Monroe, guards, Mal; Chivane, Felmor, Lureene
Although Yvonne cannot see Chivane's face thru the assassin's mask, she can hear the woman's soft voice speak a single word, "Lucia..." Without further ado, she attempts to tumble away from Yvonne even as the gypsy woman's wound continues to bleed...
Without her boots, he moves are not quite good enough to throw Yvonne off, but injured as she is, her shamshir comes nowhere close to hitting the elven woman. Chivane retreats towards the hallway to her northwest and disappears from sight. Grak reports informing Lureene that Chivane is fleeing, although he cannot tell if she is taking the stairs or running along the hallway. With a curse, Yvonne follows after her...
But gets caught unaware when Chivane strikes from the stairwell catching Yvonne flat-footed!
Hearing a pained gasp, Grak flies closer and sees Yvonne laying upon the floor in a pool of blood. Lureene:
"Mistress, hurry! Bug lady is killing the gypsy woman!" , Lureene, Stallings, Alis, Alex, Vincent, Monroe, guards
Once again, Chivane feints, only this time she actually manages to out-maneuver Yvonne leaving her open for attack. With a twist of her blade, Chivane inflicts a grievous wound on the gypsy leader that continues to bleed profusely even after-the-fact.
Outside, Chivane eyes the exotic fey beauty before her with a calculating gaze. "Yvonne d'Calla, leader of the Golden Drakes, I presume. You may call me Chivane. I am honored to accept your challenge."
The assassin feints with her offhand weapon, testing Yvonne before slashing her other sabre. With a slight move of her hips, the attack passes her harmlessly.
Chivane makes another attempt to resist the effects of Priyya's spell but remains unable to break free. Talvyra, growling low in her chest leaps upon the woman's back trying to crack her neck in her teeth...
From the look in her eyes, you have the feeling that if Chivane could scream she would, instead her burning gaze is locked upon Mal with utter contempt as he pulls free a scroll leaving her to such an inglorious fate. For his part, Mal completes his spell. Although the burning doesn't subside entirely, he no longer feels like he is in imminent danger of passing out. , Alis, Priyya, gang; Felmor, Chivane, Mal & Tal
Still distracted by Mal's hit, even the elves' inherent resistance to enchantments does not avail Chivane. In an instant, she is frozen in her stance by Priyya's spell — the angry glare of her eyes and the rise and fall of her chest the only indication she is alive and aware of what's going on.
Chivane attempts to tumble past Alis to keep from getting fenced in. Not fooled by her moves, Alis attempts to catch her with a thrust of her rapier, but the woman seemingly twists around the blade and to safety. Mal also attempts to land a hit but meets with the same failure. As the elven assassin moves, a veil of red mist surrounds and moves with her. Once past Alis and Talvyra, she continues running towards the wall of the building to your north until she has interposed the trunk of the tree there between herself and Priyya. The moment she stops, she begins casting a spell... Infernal:
"Mistress Charelle, servant of Homeku, bring forth wrath against those marked by your loyal agent!" Checks
Spellcraft DC 20:
Chivane is casting Summon Monster V
Three large regions of darkness grow in the air above the battlefield and you can hear an angry buzzing sound growing in volume... , Lureene & Grak, Alis, Priyya, gang leader
With a single deft stroke, Chivane blocks Felmor with the blade in her left hand and counter-attacks with the right...
Felmor is staggered by the powerful blow but not down yet. No sooner does the attack land than does, Chivane tumble away placing herself just behind Lureene. , Lureene & Grak, Alis, Priyya; Felmor, Chivane
Perception Checks
Looking to the south, Priyya is just barely able to make out a lithe form flitting across the edge of the roof to the south. Just before reaching the L-corner, the figure leaps off landing and equal distance from all of you just clear of the boughs of the tree. Behind Felmor and Lureene, the remaining thug begins to shake off the effect that had dazed him. He makes to retreat...
But with barely a second thought, Felmor waylays him with his sword sending the man to the ground even as he himself stands up. "Well, what 'ave we 'ere?" Felmor asks coolly. Before you, stands a tall, lean woman in tight black leathers. She wears red plates of chitinous armor over her shapely form and has on a masked helmet that looks like it was made from the head of a giant wasp or some other over-sized insect. In each hand, she carries a sabre with a wicked saw-toothed edge. Pic: Masked Ringleader "Tch! These dogs couldn't even keep you busy for a whole minute?" While her words indicate annoyance, there is no mistaking the melodic undertones of an elvish voice. "Typical of their ilk to under-estimate women. I must admit though, I never suspected Aramandil had the brass to have had members of his court trained by the Sacred Consorts of Lyria." She looks at the rest of you, and adds, "Actually all of you seem to be quite capable after your own fashion. I imagine this will be an interesting fight. Since it is only fair that someone know the name and face of the person who sends them to the afterlife..." She removes her mask, a torrent of lustrous black locks, interlaced with red beads cascading down her back. You can see that she has the long, tapered ears of a full-blooded elf, and her delicate features are quite beautiful in spite of the icy look in her deep blue eyes. "Chivane," she says. "Feel honored that you are about to meet your fates at the hands of a professional." Initiative Rolls
, Chivane, Mal & Tal, Lureene & Grak, Alis, Priyya
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