Sorry for the silence. Not quite knowing what to post simply turned into not posting for quite a while.
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Elea had been silent and had helped the now started bucket brigade when the guards came. When the guards asked for information she stepped out of the line, passing on one more bucket. "We came here looking for a friend but he was gone and someone had broken in to his home." Elea points at the crone, "When she saw us she cackled something I didn't quite get and then set the whole room on fire. We dragged her out because we wanted to know why."
"What..!" Meghan was confused by all of this. Did they just start a fight because her, apparently insane, colleague flipped a coin? She had to remind herself to hit him hard once this was over. Elea shook her head as she moved forward, drawing her shield. "You heard her. You are stealing our friend's belongings. Drop them and scram." Despite her words she didn't feel like attacking them without giving them a chance to step down first. She expected aggression though and the knot of her rope shot was held tightly in her hand.
Elea nodded, "Yes, I agree. First the apartment, then talk to this Smeed fellow. Is there anything else we need to know?"
Elea shuffles in a bit later, she had been dealing with a very drunk vagrant who wanted to get into the Goblin. She moves up to Samaritha and extend a hand to her, the ropeshot dangling from her wrist. "Nice to meet you. My name is Elea."
Elea does what she always does, she keeps an eye on the patrons.
In her spare time Elea, like Tural, starts working on some alchemy projects in order to make some money.
My condolences. Take all the time you need
Upon hearing the mess in the back Elea rushes towards the kitchen, drawing her rapier as soon as she is out of sight for most patrons. As soon as she sees the snake she slowly moves closer. Before she closes in on it however she hears Tural shout and instead stays clear just a little longer, ready to dive in at a moment's notice.
Elea was about to direct another retort at Zincher when she hears Meghan in her ear. While she was loath to just leave the man she turns around and moves away. She heads back to her previous spot where she has a good view of the entire room.
"You're a big boy, you can go to the bar yourself. I could also escort you to the exit, if you'd prefer that." While she tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible her resentment at his latest remark did shine through. She was nobody's serving girl and she sure as Hell wasn't some wench to dress up. "Perhaps you can wear something pretty when you come in next time." The corners of her mouth curled up in what could be interpreted as a grin.
Elea looks at the others before carefully approaching. She's once more toying with the heavy knot on a cord that's tied around her right wrist. She stands still in front of Clegg, arms crossed over her chest while the knot bounces up and down in her right hand. "What do you want?"
If it was a crimelord he probably didn't come alone. Lords of any kind rarely did. When Meghan moves to talk to him Elea stays fairly close behind but still keeps her distance. She had to know what was going on but the man shouldn't get the idea they are ganging up on him.
Elea cocks an eyebrow at Ryssa's comment. Wasn't catching someone the entire goal of this? She just nodded and grinned, not quite sure what the goal of the comment was.
While the others mingled with the crows or worked to amuse them Elea stood to the side and watched. There were many who were eager to cheat their way through life and Elea was eager to pound some honesty into them.
Elea looks the others over carefully before saying anything. She already had time to study the weird man next to her so her focus is solely on the others. She wondered who, beyond the rugged man, could hold him or herself in battle. She herself looked rather fierce and on guard, as if expecting combat to break out at any second. Several small scars line her face and hands and she misses the very tip of one ear. She wears what looks like padded armor,though the way it falls suggests it's more than that. On her back she carries a large, round shield and on her hip dangles a rapier. Those who observe her more closely can see another hilt sticking out from her belt at the back. While she stands there she plays with what looks like a very heavy knot on a short rope around her right wrist. "Name's Elea. Good to meet you." She continues sizing them all up and does so very openly. After all, one needed to know what one could count on and how to react if one got stabbed in the back.
Hello all, Elea Mulberry reporting for duty She's halfling Fighter using the Opportunist archetype. At the moment she's mostly a speedbump for enemies considering her low damage and high AC. Eventually she'll be using alchemical weapons as an integral part of her toolkit. Character wise she's a rather fierce young woman who loves combat, having known little else in life. She also is a smart combatant though and enjoys tactics as much as she likes the thrill of the fight. Elea is a former slave from Cheliax who was trained to fight in less than legal gladiatorial matches. She escaped with help from the Bellflower Network and recently arrived in Riddleport. She hates slavery and is suspicious of people in power and of nobility. She's also completely new to freedom.
And this was the attitude from females he was used to. If given the opportunity he'd kill them all in their sleep. He'd kill all female Drow. If he ever felt the need to spawn he'd just use one of their surfacer kin or even a human. "There we go, always so predictable." He sighs, "I had hoped I would find the few sensible ones of our kind here, seems I was mistaken."
"Now it seems you misheard, for no where have I said power exclusively comes from inflicting pain. There are many routes to power, inflicting pain however is one of the easiest." A grin appears on his face fitting his somewhat mocking tone. "As for experiencing life, what is so good about it anyway? You are lucky, placed in a position of power purely based on nothing but your gender." Women had it easy. From the moment of their birth they would hold more power than any man of similar stature and even most man above theirs.
The moment the woman glides over the scorpion vanishes back under Kaer's sleeve, "Apparently you may not." He smiles. "As for pain, all it shows is a lack of power. Dealing pain is power while feeling pain is lack of power. I don't care about experiences it it or anything similar." Then again, if some of these insane Kuthites were willing to pay for being tortured he'd probably be glad to oblige.
"The issue with Kuthites is they lack perspective. Living in the now is all fine and dandy but it won't get you anywhere." The words come from a newcomer entering the room. The newcomer is a very tall, bald and quite handsome young Drow. His frame is hidden under heavy robes and based on his jewellery, which is all in silver, he must come from a rich background. "Pardon my manners, my name is Kaer'Anbreth Jezzavon. Now do tell me, I hear kuthites also delight in the stinging bite of various creatures?" As he says that he holds up his hand and a pale green scorpion skitters onto his open hand.
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