Still benefiting from the concealment of her summoned mist, Betha casts one more spell before leaping down to join her sister in the assault on the beast.
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Deciding to reduce her targeting cross-section, Betha chants the words to another spell and shrinks in size to half her original height.
Betha turns back to the tower with a glare. "As much as I love being the cream in the cookie ..." she mutters to herself before casting a spell that causes clouds of mist to emanate from her location. Very quickly the fog surrounds her and she vanishes. Using the mist as cover, she moves closer to the huge beast, readying her weapon as she goes.
The game is entertaining. I'm not that attached to Betha, though. If you're not having fun running the game then I wouldn't be heart-broken to see the game end. A solo game has it's own draw, but the Greek theme doesn't really do anything for me.
"Damn! Betha curses as she looks back and forth between the door into the gatehouse and the manticore. Deciding that the monster visible is a bigger threat than the unknown, she dashes towards it throwing a hex as she moves across the battlements.
Excuse me? Mr. Conductor? I believe I'm on the wrong bus. Could you drop me off somewhere along here, please?
Betha's eyes travel over the structure, looking for likely ambush locations and places to hide. "I'm going to climb up and check out the gatehouse," she whispers with a grin. She moves quietly to the base of the structure and her hands move over the stone, getting a sense of how difficult of a climb it would be.
Betha seems slightly dissatisfied with the time she spent with the Sheriff. "She was the Sheriff; she should have been tougher than that. I expected so much more from her," she says with a shake of her head. ~~~~
Once the woman's hands are tied, Betha continues to the feet and completes her preparations with a gag. She then drags the woman into the hall with the cells and sits her up against the bars of one of the cells and secures her there. The witch takes a moment to seat herself comfortably next to the bound woman and strokes her cheek to wake her up. When her eyes flicker open. Betha smiles back hungrily. "You and I are going to have so much fun. I only wish I had more time. It's also a shame I have to gag you. There are all sorts of things we could do if your mouth was free. But since I can't have you screaming for help ..." She shrugs.
Betha returns to the front area a little while later, a sated look on her face.
"Oh, it's always so much more fun when they're alive," Betha says, barely suppressing a giggle. Once she finishes, she shuts the door, shoves a chair up against it for good measure and returns to her unconscious prisoner. She looks around at her sisters with a maniacal grin. "So is there anything important either of you wish to ask her before I get to play?"
Betha laughs and flips Staelish onto her stomach and begins binding her hands.
Now wait just a minute. This is an evil campaign; Isn't that our job?
"You've been up all night," Betha whispers to the deputy facing her. "Don't you feel the weight of your exhaustion dragging you down?" she asks with a smile.
With a laugh, Betha slashes at the deputy in front of her.
Betha plans to listen for another five or ten minutes to count any more voices. If she hears none, she whispers to the others, "On three. One ... Two ... " She then bursts through the door, drawing her katana in the process.
Once they get close to the jail, Betha smiles at her sisters. Her bright, white teeth shining in the darkness. She moves quietly to check to see if the jail door is locked.
Before they leave, Betha strips Allamar's body and then drags it up onto the profaned alter for the villagers to find. She makes sure that they takes their leave of Ingoe before setting out for Ash House. She's not entirely comfortable with someone knowing exactly where they're recuperating. "So, shall we wait until tomorrow night before making a visit to the jail and our friendly local sheriff?"
Once the trio of defilers conclude their physical activities, Betha wraps herself in her cloak and relaxes back on one of the pews. Her gaze lingers for a bit on the altar. "Speaking of profaning a sacred site," she says, catching Jordanna's eye and looking at the altar pointedly. "Isn't one of your common complaints that your bundle of joy is constantly bouncing on your bladder?" ~~~~ Betha would like to spend the day here inside the church with the doors locked and barred. Once/if nightfall arrives, she recommends paying a quiet visit to the jail.
If given the chance, Betha will recommend not beheading the priestess. "Bodies are easier to recognize with their heads and we want people to know who she was," she explains. "Yes, we saw the manticore at the old fort. Who is L.V.? Let's rest here for the day and visit the jail tomorrow night." She gets Ingoe to help her drag both bodies back to the coffin at the alter. "She wanted to be close to her children," she says with disdain. "In death she finally gets her wish." She bars the door and checks any other entrances. While their elder sister rests, she offers Ingoe a reward for his efforts and offers for Jordanna to join them.
Betha again attempts to move past the floating magical weapon.
With the paralysis finally fading away, Betha growls in anger and moves forward through the other archway. She attempts to move past the animated weapon to strike at the woman responsible for it.
I'm good on the map.
Betha stands there unmoving and wonders what her first mistake was.
Yep, I saw them.
"Looking for a son and you get a ghoul instead," Betha says with a shake of her head. "Isn't that always the way it goes." Her smile belies her supposed sympathy. She charges forward to strike at the woman, drawing her blade in the process.
"Yes, the temple first," Betha agrees. "I think eliminating her will increase the chance that we'll lose control of the town, but if we don't ... We can't have her constantly speaking out against us with impunity. If we don't remove her, we're guaranteed to lose it." She sighs, but then grins. "You're earning yourself a big reward after this is all done, Ingoe. Think you'll be able to handle it?"
"I'm sure you know all the secret ways in and out of the docks," Betha coos to Ingoe. "Let's go that way."
"Yes, let us return," Betha says with a grin. "Silent, Stealthy, and Savage." She turns to Ingoe. "Yes, Love. Some of your people would help, but only those that can move quietly. And perhaps someone that can open a locked door, just in case." She looks back at her sisters. "So? The jail or the temple?" she asks.
Ok, I decided to go with Persuasive. It looks like Betha is the face of the group.
Witch 3 / Ninja 3 +6 HP +1 Fort
+1 BAB No Trace (Ex)
+10 skill points
+2 background skill points
+2 2nd level spells per day New Spells:
Haven't decided on a feat yet. Any suggestions?
"Don't cut their heads off," Betha chastises. "That would be silly. Then no one could see who they were. Just cut their throats. Then we hang them up by their feet, naked, in the town square." "And I think a straight up fight won't end well for us. They'll just bring a mob and we'll be back to where we started. We need to find out where these people sleep and deal with them then." She smiles at the thought of finding the ex-sheriff asleep in bed and what could be done to her while she was helpless.
Betha will be happy to confide in Alyssa that the sisters should return tonight. Then, if everything goes to plan, everyone will wake up to find fruit on the tree again. Ex-Sheriff Staelish, hanging upside down from her feet, naked, with her throat cut. Would that make Alyssa feel better? :) :) That's more Betha's style anyways.
"Jordanna! Alyssa! Now is the time to leave!" Betha insists, standing on the pier.
"Jordanna!" Betha calls, tugging at her sister's arm. "Time now to regroup!" She then makes a dash towards the ship.
"How many more of you are willing to die to fuel this woman's ego? She cares nothing for you!" She slashes at the ex-deputy in front of her.
She draws on her energy again to continue her assault.
Betha targets the same deputy that Jordanna attacked.
Frustrated at her ineffectiveness, she expends some of her Ki to strike again.
And is rewarded with blood.
"How nice it must be to obey or disobey the law at your whim, Rhonda. How convenient to be able to enforce it or ignore it whenever you choose. Take a good look at your leader, people. She doesn't care about the law. She doesn't care about you. She only cares for the power that being at the tip of a mob creates." "We were appointed by the lawful authorities. You are just a mob. Mob rule is worse than even anarchy. Just look at Galt. As soon as someone is under suspicion or a little bit different, the force of the mob is turned against them." She indicates one of the torch holders who possesses a distinct beard. "So when the mob turns on you because they don't like the cut of your beard, who will you turn to? Are you ready to discard the law so quickly? To dismiss it when it's inconvenient? Or you?" She points to another man holding a makeshift club. "When they start eyeing your son because he doesn't walk the same as the others? Because he's different? You'll want to turn to the refuge of the law, but once you've dismissed it by something like ... like this ..." She gestures to the stakes and firewood. "It's quite slippery to regain. Don't cross that line."
"It's already established that they're traitors," Betha says with a smirk. "The law's on our side. We'll just hang them again. Hope they enjoy it as much this time." She surveys the dark, empty square. "Let's find Ingoe."
"I don't think we'll be killing it tonight," Betha says with a frown. "We'll need much more powerful magic, or at least reinforcements. That creature is more than a match for all three of us." She looks over the ruins. "We know where the culprit is hold up and they probably aren't moving their base anytime soon. We should head back to town." The woman gives Jordanna a knowing look. "Perhaps we should pay a visit to Ingoe. He might have some leads on festering boils of sedition that need to be ... put down."
"Let's wait until it gets dark," Betha says quietly. "The night is always more comforting." She smiles showing her straight white teeth.
Someday I'll GM a forum game. I've run ... umm ... lots of games FtF. In most of my RP experience, that role has fallen to me. And since I'm not tellin' how many years that's been ... ;) Let's just say that Brainiac isn't the only GM who needs the de-stress. :) :)
So, do we get a prize?
"No, they probably won't try a jailbreak," she snaps back at Alyssa. "They'll just burn down the jail - with us in it." She shakes her head. "Sorry. I'm frustrated because it feels like we're losing control of the situation and there's only three of us. If it comes down to it, I have no doubt the powers here will gladly let us take the brunt of the rebels need for blood." The tall woman looks across to the three bodies dangling in the wind. "We need to find out who that man was and finish him quietly before he inspires more like these." She gestures towards the corpses cooling on the ground.
Betha seems quite annoyed at how ineffective she was against the mounted figure. "So who in the hell was that!?" she shouts out to the others as the figure rides away. "They just made us look like incompetent tavern maids!"
In frustration, she walks over to the two unconscious townsfolk. "Open rebellion? The penalty is death," she says in a cold voice as she sinks her blade into each one in turn. She wipes the weapon clean on one of the bodies and then slams it back into its scabbard. "This is going to get really ugly before it gets better."
Betha shakes off the enchantment and steps forward to slash at the figure with her katana.
She then draws up reserves from within herself to slash at him again.
Once she gets closer to the armored figure, Betha attempts to make out who's wearing the guise.
She then attempts to unseat the figure by the most convenient means possible - she casts a spell targeted directly on them.
"Cut off the head and the body falls," Betha intones as she draws her blade and attempts to move through the crowd to get closer to the mounted figure.
"We need to finish this, now!" Betha hisses as she charges forward with her blade to attack the being's unguarded flank.
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