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Lash sits quietly listening to Armand's tale as it unfolds. From time to time, her eyes shift to the faces of the others, seeking their reactions on the information being imparted. As the adrenaline of the attack waned, she felt the tiredness that normally folloed the combat high, mitigated by the slight discomfort of the cold, a blessing since her watch would be next. The story itself was like something from a Bard's tale, except for the fact that simply hearing this tale put her and anyone she loved in perpetual mortal danger. As Armand finished, the only sound was the whickering of the horses and the crackling flames as the group absorbed the information. "So, not only are we at war with the Brotherhood, marked for vengence by those who supported that crazy Queen b%@!, and being hunted by every guardsman in the region, but now each and everyone of us is a target for a damn near mythical group of assasins that has been around longer than most nations." Shaking her head she chuckles, more from irony than actual amusement. "On top of which, just knowing they exist means we'll be targets until we're all dead, or we bring down an organization that technically doesn't exist. Either that or figure out which head of which house contracted them, and take the fight to them." her flat delivery of the situation carries an undercurrent of sarcasm. "Well...at least they don't seem any harder to kill than any other bastard."
As the assasin drops to the floor, Lash shares a look with Selena, then with a wink, she turns and breaks for Mird's tent, bursting through the flaps and dropping to her knees in a slide under the whirling assasin's blade as her turns towards the sound. She passes well under his weapon, bringing her blade in a level cut across his stomach, momentum driving the weapon in deeper.
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As Lash emerges she looks around seeing Dirk leaving the corpse of an attacker as Armand angrily stalks another, a small grim smile crosses her lips, until she notices the flap of Selena's tent swinging shut as if someone had just entered. She breaks into a full on charge through the tent's opening, barely taking a fraction of a second to register the dark fugure approaching the Sorceress as she prepared to defend herself, before striking at the man's back, attampting to put her blade throught his spine.
Years of being a light sleeper by necessity, combined with a routine of taking the second watch, had resulted in Lash awakening an hour before her shift and quietly dressing in her armor before lying back down atop her bedroll, giving her mind and body time to wake up fully, while still resting. As a result, she was fully aware when Dirk's warning shout came, and as the tent flap opened, revealing a figure in black she exploded into action, stiking before the attacker's eyes could adjust to the darkness of the tent. With augmented agility she throws her body into a forward roll, an awkward movement from her current position, most likely not possible were it not for the enhancement of her new boots, her body coming out of the roll into a smooth upwards thrust, the magical blade plunging into the shadowy form as if it were no more solid than any other shadow. Completing the movement she rose to her feet, ther blade sliding further up with her, seeking the vulnerable organs beyond the ribcage. She had to move fast, the others were likely heavier sleepers and unprepared.
Perception "This weather is insane!" Lash mutters rubbing her hands along her arms. She had donned a thick shirt under her leather armor rather than have her arms bare as they usually were and her hair remained loose rather than braided in an effort to maintain warmth under the hood of her cloak. "Those same guards from earlier were in the town questioning people, though it didn't seem as if they noticed us. I'd say we got out of there just in time." As she continued to warm herself by the fire she reached into her gear, drawing out the soft blue elven boots that she'd come by so long ago, pusing with a look of curiousity befoore pulling them on.
Perception Lash's eyes narrow slightly as she watches Jenhail's face. "Some of the bolder "gentlemen" in our social circle have taken to dueling and adventuring. Frowned upon by their families of course. Their purchases and allowances are carefully watched to discourage this so.....favors are required." Lash says leaning in conspiritorially. She giggles as if excited yet nervuos to divulge a bit of gossip. Bluff
"She's the woman who first thanked us at the beginning of that farce of a celebration. She seemed sincere though, I havve a nagging feeling she might not have been in on it." She flicks the coin up into the air and catches it. "The disguise is with 'Lena, if they searched us, explaining why I had a noblewoman's clothes stashed ina bag would be more than I could pull off. They should be here soon, and then we'll change and get those disguises set up."
As they await the arrival of the rest of the group Lash sits spinning a coin between her fingers in an intricate pattern. "So now we're a roving band of murderers hellbent on killing every noble and military leader in the kingdom.Wonderful." she glances over at Mird staring off pensively into the surrounding trees.
Lash grins. "That could work. Disguise as hunters to scout the area, then as nobles when we go into town. Question is if two noblewomen and an escort go shopping, will the things we need draw too many questions?" she said thoughtfully. "Does anyone know anything about nobles in the region, that would support our story? I'm sure somebody has a bunch of daughters that might entertain themselves by being amongst 'common' folk."
Lasciel spent a large portion of the trek in silence, more pensive that most would remember her being. The insane turn of events after returning to the keep had shaken them all up substantially and she could see the effect on the entire group. Selena had become distant, and seemingly more...mystical, as if everything they had been through just awakened something otherworldly in her friend.She missed the time they spent talking but she could feel the good that arose out of her friend's growth. Dirk trained like a man possessed, the image of a storybook hero, focused and determined to destroy anything that would trheaten Armand. Between Dirk and Armand himself, Lash couldn't help feeling as if she's fallen headfirst into some crazy bard's tale, only to find that the stories tended to skip all the nasty parts. Mird had changed as well, seeming less like a borderline psychotic orc killer and more like a man focused on a goal and an enemy to the exclusion of anything else. Thinking about what they'd faced she could hardly blame him. Thantos was a mystery, pretty much like every other wizard she'd ever met,yet he'd stood back to back against ridiculous odds with the rest of them, and she'd fight to protect him just like she would the others. Her mind wandered back to a time that felt like it was a lifetime away, gowns and fancy balls, a life surrounded by the trappings of nobility. It wasn't a bad life, but one that denied her freedom. Freedom to do as she liked, to be who she wanted to be, a life that would have forced her to deny herself. That was the reason she'd left, forced with the coice between being forced into a marriage that would crush her spirit, or living life on her own terms she'd had no recourse but to run. Funny how fate had a nasty way of making you come back, even when you swore you never would. She couldn't help but wonder about her parents. Her father was most likely happy to be rid of a daughter that was an embarrassment in noble circles, but it was her mother she missed. She'd always believed in her daughter and loved her no matter her choices. At least until ths one. She shook her head wiping the moisture that had begun to fill her eyes as she looked don at the ground. "That, is a hell of a lot of scat! And from something big. Eventually the smell of people and horses might prove too tempting for whatever hunts here." she was happy to hear that her voice held it's usual slightly sarcastic tone it always did, covering up her emotional state of mind.
I've also had a good time with thhis game. That being said, my biggest complaint it the railroading to the point of feeling like I'm playing a game that went into movie mode, where I might as well put the controller down and watch. Guiding the story to unfold as a coherent narrative is one thing, having players involuntarily surrender their characters for walls of posting story is another. I think the thing that makes it more of an issue is that it keeps happening at key suspenseful moments. Party finally faces Queen on battlefield. Shift to story mode, you all lose the fight and wake up in the dungeon. Party faces the orcs that betray them setting up a pivotal battle. Shift to story mode, cavalry kills them and you all go to the fortress. The fact that we were all poisoned, rendered drunk and helpless, with no saves, no opportunity to question anything or act in character, Lash doesn't trust most people, Dirk wouldn't let Armand out of his sight; made the last sequence feel just kind of wrong. He kills Armand, story mode you all stab him to death, no opportunity to capture or question him. I know this is coming across as harsh but I've always found that if I keep having to ask people to trust me, its because my actions are making them twitchy. Just consider how many time the words Trust your GM have popped up and why we'd have to be asked to do that rather than it not be an issue. Sorry if that comes across wrong, just wanted the feedback to be honest.
Lash finishes buckling the new shortsword to her hip, feeling better thanshe had in well over a week. Looking at her friends she considered the magnitude of the task they had ahead of them, yet there was a hope unlike what she had felt previously, not simply a desire to make their enemies pay but a sense that througgh the dangers and near death experiences they'd suffered so far, sommething had been guiding them through the darkest moments. Heh, Lena's rubbing off on me, she thought shaking her head wryly with a grin at the sorceress. "The orc's respect strength over their enemies and the goblins follow whoever has the sword.If we walk out of here with her head there's a good chance we might have very limited resistance. Especially if we give them this piece of scum." she says guesturing towards Blackmaer. "I get the feeling he didn't treat anybody in a way that inspires loyalty.
Taking off the bracers she looks at them introspectively, "They feel like there's a field of armor generated by them." Going back to the other items, Lash studies the sack checking to see if appears to be trapped in any way, then opens it. Perception
[ooc]I don't think bracers stack with actual armor, if not then the bracers should go to a caster, in which case Lash would really only benefit from the ring of protection.
"I think that we're pretty secure down here, and in all honesty, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't really want to take the opportunity for aa bath and to sleep in a real bed after being chained to a wall." Lash looks at the items, and with the look of someone about to take a dangerous leap, slips on the bracers.
As Sarala shifts to her human form Lash steps forward to drape her cloak around the shepardess' shoulders, glaring at Blackmaer. Sense motive Hearing Armand's words and the edge in his voice, Lash's eyes dart from Dirk to Selena, to Armand, a slight frown of confusion crossing her features as she realizes something is happening but cannot quite fathom what. "'Lena, are you ok?"
Ok, figured this is the best place to divide loot and figure how we want to test these. Plate Mail (Ilyana's)
Shaking her head to clear the ringing Lash sees the enemy spell caster target Dirk with some unknown effect, no doubt seeking to eliminate their strongest sword. Launching herself into another tumbling pass she dives into a roll taking her smoothly past the zombie to come up running.
Her momentum takes her right at Bernal's back, driving her rapier into the spell caster in an attempt to eliminate his spellcasting from the equation.
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