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Let's start the bidding for the dwarf... I bid one "Everyone who relinquishes their claim doesn't wake up exsanguinated." anyone care to counter :)
Imazael twirls in the air, grabbing Shenena, and driving her knife into the ground, very much hoping that the fractured nature of reality allows this particular narrative cliche to temporarily exist in this world, and dragging them both to a stop.
while the "blade brake" worked well enough, inertia was, apparently, still a thing. Shenena's mommentum rips Imazael's arm from it's socket, and Imazael grunts in pain (If her entourage were not nearby, she would have howled). and she returns to her entourage, pulling the crossbow back out, wishing she could reload it faster. [b]Ladies, if I may suggest, we should keep the pressure on Amelina. If she is allowed to escape, things might go terribly wrong... and I'll never get my hands on that ritual
Imazael grabs the catfolk, both to steady herself, and prepare for the next part of her plan. I could always use another housecat she thinks Come with me, girl, my people can protect you. she sasy, dragging the girl with her has she flees to high ground
still standing? after a blow to the neck? these are some intense spriggans Imazael thinks as the beast gets up, and she twirls her dagger to drive it into the monsters belly.
The fell spriggan falls on her, and she twirls back momentarily, before moving back in and sweeping it's legs, hoping to send it sprawling.
While it is down for a moment, she takes the opportunity to drive the dagger into the vital spot just below it's neck.
and falls back to her group's snipers perch, away from Amalina.
Imazael's eyes flash green, pupils turning to slits as she switches to the infravision of vampires. Intended for the dark environments vampires inhabit, but it may be enough to identify Amelina's form in the dust cloud.
and points her our to the others, unleashing another volley at her.
We cannot let up the assault. Imazael says That ritual is too powerful to pass up She draws her bowstring back again.
This time, the arc travels a little to high, and one of Amelina's many eyes spot the group firing upon her. Imazael notices this too, and gives the "haul ass" signal to the group, who begin repositioning themselves away from Amelina's sight
Imazael had wandered deep within the cursewood, far deeper than any sane person would have ventured. But on this day, Imazael had not been entirely sane. Three days prior, she had awoken, cursed with undeath and bloodthirst. her sledge loaded with a rich ebonwood, as can only be fond in the deep cursewood, and she happened upon a structure. a tarnished silver fence*. she followed it, until she came to agate, above which was inscribed "Sceleratus Sanctorum". Within the fence was a small number of buildings. One was a small number of cells, , most looked like they had been used. another was an armoury, filled with weapons still gleaming, despite the obvious wear of the years upon the rest of the building. she dared not touch any of them. And, dominating the area, was a beautiful shrine, constructed with incredible detail, sadly much of which was a victim of the years. however, at the centre of this was an altar, with a remarkably well-preserved book. In it was perhaps the most comprehensive collection of blood rituals, and lunar magic... all essential pieces to fully understanding of the lesser and greater bloodmoon rituals**. She had met Amelina there, actually. hiding in the altar room. The bloodmoon caterpillar was a permanent resident of the place, trapped there by the silver fence. she had promised to return, to give the moth company again, but unfortunately, the entire area was later claimed by Briekas, the spider. *While in other areas, Fences made of silver may seem like extravagant shows of wealth, In areas such as the cursewood, such fences are extremely practical, given silver's known curse-repelling properties **The lesser bloodmoon ritual was the one that is better known, often simply referred to as the bloodmoon ritual. The greater ritual is the product of a race of beings which once inhabited this world. they ascended to a higher plane, leaving behind this world, but later found themselves unable to propagate their species normally, as the transformation had robbed them of their fertility. they created this ritual, and handed it to the younger races, in the hopes of continuing their species. the ritual allows the subject to join them, becoming one of those enigmatic and unnatural beings. Imazael cannot help bu draw parallels between this ritual, and whatever happened to lassiter
Reload! Imazael calls out Zell, if you have anything wooden, or with fire, those would be better. And we wanna stay the hell away from it, it would likely cripple us, or worse, with a single blow. she says, before she takes aim at where she knows a vein to be. Oh Amelina, I wish we could have reconciled, but I told you then... If you cannot get this bloodlust under control, it will be the death of you
The volley flies, the distance robbing the projectiles of some impact, but Amelina will feel it nonetheless. It pains her to hurt such a rare specimine, Bloodmoon moths were nearly extinct now. The vampiric blood, combined with the moths natural metamorphic nature, allowed one to use their blood, in the proper ritual (Hard to come by these days) to gain the vampire's immortality. freedom from the tyranny or food, drink, sleep, even breath, without that pesky dependence on blood. it really was a shame to kill her... but she wouldn't let her blood go to waste.
Lets go for an even spread, probe its defenses Imazael says as the lot load their weapons, taking careful aim at the beast
as the arrows land, Imazael looks over the beast, seeing where it is most vulnerable
Not a bad idea, on a normal day, I would agree... but if they die here, we will face the next peril alone.she gestures to their band And if they survive, we look like complete f!&&offs. I think our friend Kyrill has the right idea. I know you have weapons stashed about you. Filaurel, would you kindly pass me that crossbow you have concealed in your pant leg she says, leading the group away, to higher ground.
Imazael was eating a gravedigger when the cathedral fell...
Oh the subject of minions: My entourage are Noble Courtiers as befits the companions of the Lady Ascendant of the House of the Despoiler. They have: Dissent +2, Eloquence +1, Fighting +1, Learning +1. Their accouterments are: Finery and riches, and Many weapons (most concealed) They are Skilled in: Crime (assassination, theft, forgery, coups) and Diplomacy. and they are Hedonistic and prone to religious heresy.
Imazael has herself some of the gravedigger, not especially worried about his well-being, but definitely leaving enough for him to be moderately ambulatory. then the shaking starts. she draws herself up, wiping a bit of blood from her face, before quickly scanning the room, and running for what she thinks is the closest exit, making sure that Vishti and Filaurel get out as well (In fact, she has them go ahead of her). when she gets out, she gathers the others (Myxis was out foraging, and I doubt that a one story fall is an issue for a catfolk) and draws them together, to see what remains of their holdings, and who else escaped.
S!#+! Imazael thinks, As Vishti notices Her and Filaurel's bit of pragmatism. Her mind races a mile a minute, trying to think of a lie Oh, we were just helping this poor unconscious man out of danger... with out fangs out even Vishti wouldn't fall for that We're not gonna hurt him... just a partial exsanguination. She evenually settles on a plan, cutting her palm open and grabbing the dhampir so that her left arm was holding down Vishti's right, and her right hand was over her mouth. It's not like that... the man won't be very hurt, just a little dizzy. and euphoric, it is a very nice experience, being fed on. she says, her mouth right by the dhampir's ear. she feels her blood drain into Vishti's mouth, her pounding heart simply exacerbating the flow. Besides, you like blood too, I can tell... let Filaurel and I have this vice, and I'll get you a little something too she smiles as she removes her hand, hoping that Vishti has drunk enough to be pacified.
My lady Zelloris says, scrawling calculations on her clipboard We are in need of provisions for the journey ahead Imazael nods, and ponders for a moment Kyrill and Phraanz are more than capable of feeding themselves, though if we have spare food, They receive it first. She becons the little gnomette over Myxis, sweetheart, could you scrounge together something for yourself and Zell. Kyrill and Phraanz too if you're able she tousles the girl's gree, mossy hair, before patting her on the back, sending her on her way. Filaurel and I will... sate ourselves. Come with me, Filaurel she says leading the woman out of the room I've never actually... fed on someone before. I understand the basics, but is there anything I should know? she asks After Filaurel finishes, the two exit the stairwell, scanning the
Lord Phraanz Imazael says, lowering her head slightly as Phraanz enters Leave us She says, indicating for Filaurel and Zelloris to leave. Phraanz, old friend... It would seem we have become somewhat... advanced, in our social standing. She toys with the scroll, resolving to have Filaurel examine it when she is done with Phraanz. I have been, a I am sure you are aware, named the High Lady of the house of the despoiler. You are, naturally, next in line, and therefore, I would like it if you would keep close court with me. I would like to have someone I trust near me. She says We are leaving for the village, quite soon. I need to return tot he halls of the Despoiler, and consolidate what is left of our power. she gestures with her knife Muirkhom is joining us, My associate is ensuring that, and Kyrillosar is a loyal ally. I worry about Gulirk's loyalty, she does not trust me, I don't think... but I think she would be willing to join us, if you asked. With her, we will have the Gnomes with us. Strength in numbers, after all she says You would do that for me, right? Be my go-between, a diplomat?
Once Filaurel returns: Madam sage, I have found a scroll, and Would like your aid in identifying the spell upon it She sasy, spreading the scroll out before her.
Quit flirting with me. You know I like your sister. I can't believe he's walking away from a Despoiler. And one important enough to be imprisoned here.
Kyrill, So glad you joined me! Imazael says, embracing the merman. he feels her slip something into his pocket as she does. Yes, we will be departig shortly. I though your assistance would be apreciated. especially with that shapeshifting thing you do. she says Make any preparations you need to quickly, we are leaving very soon. she finishes. In Kyrill's pocket:
A folded note is in his pocket. On the front, in a quick scrawl is Kyrill
I'm sorry to do this, but the situation is complicated right now. My Allies don't trust everyone, and I don't have time to deal with that right now. I need you to get this message to Gul My deepest thanks
The note unfolded:
Gul
I'm sorry for what the next few days will bring. I want to make sure you know it has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with politics. I no doubt will seem cold, perhaps even cruel, especially to you. I very much doubt it will hurt me as much as it hurts those around me, but please know that it isn't done lightly, or easily. I cannot explain the full extent of my reasons here, but I will try to, briefly, explain. I have, due to a decade of conflict between the great vampire houses, become the high-lady of the House of the despoiler, and my advisers do not trust you, due to your history with the House of Lontash. i recognize that this is neither your chouice, nor an extant connection anymore, but I cannot explain this to them in the time we have. I'm sorry I will try my hardest to to keep in contact. Kyrill would likely agree to be a go-between. My group will be leaving soon. if you went ahead, with Kyrill, we would be close enough to keep eachother safe. Yours always
After kyrill leaves:
My lady Zelloris purrs [/b]May i ask why you would slip the Merman a note, rather than simply telling him[/b]
Could it be that you have something to hide from us? the catfolk accuses, ears flat to her head. Imazael strides over, patting the catfolk, and scrtting her head No, of course not... but it is to our advantage forthem to think I do. she laughs slighly as she looks out at the ash-plains After all, this deception my well put one of our rivals between us, and danger. and if Pimrin plays his part, then another will join her.
Filaurel, I see you've recovered Imazael says, her mind filing away the prophecy. As I see it, we have a few points of interest. Firstly, we need to regroup and consolidate our power. This location is not condusive to that goal. We may well need to return to the town.. The Merfolk can change his shape, this could be of value to us in our travel Zelloris notes And Gul Myxis says, smirking I know you wanna bring Gul too. Miss Ketodur? Flaurel says, red eyes staring daggers at Myxis The woman has a known association with Lontash, and a history of violence against our kind. I hardly think she is a suitable companion for the heir apparent of the house of the despoiler. Imazael looks toward the ground at this last remark. explanation as to why the hell she's in charge:
Wait, you're, like, the leader of a vampire house? Pimrin says, sitting down and accepting a glass of sanctified wine from Myxis.
Yes, Lady Emaline- I believe She has told you that she prefers Imazael Filaurel interrupts If Felicia is done interupting, I will continue. The House of The despoiler was led by one Lord Borak for quite some time. He did not transform many individuals, and the house of the despoiler, counting his children, and their spawn, and the thralls held, numbered less than thirty. She gestures to Filaurel, indicating that The Dhampir should continue. And Lontash's brood, and their thralls, outnumbered us three to one. there was no open warfare, but skirmishes broke out following lord Borak's departure, and abdication. our numbers dwindled, as of now, there are 6 members of The house of the despoiler. Myself and 3 other members of the second or third generation, measured from Lord Borak, and two of the first, Lady Imazael and Lord Phraanz Lord Phraanz would, in fact, have a better claim to the lordship, he is older, but his mother was bitten, not he himself. He is next in line, however, so I advise you give him deference. Zeloris finishes. Myxis and Pimrin are both lost, staring out into space, but Neither Zelloris nor Filaurel notice. Secondly, we need to decide who we ally ourselves with, though it would seem we have already transitioned into that somewhat Imazael continues, taking a glass of wine herself I would like to give the floor to Pimrin She says, gesturing toward the Half-Halfling Well, we've already thrown around the Merman and the Orc, and given his title, I suspect we are already allied with Lord Phraanz. I think the only remaining question is the dwarf. He seems a strong leader, Could be useful. Pimrin says. But a natural follower. you've seen him when faced with a choice. he turns slightly, vacillates. He is used to a voice in his ear... Zelloris says, she leaves the rest unspoken, everyone knows where she is going. I agree. Imazael says We should gve him a guide. Unfortunately, he dislikes Vampires, and gnomes. and Zelloris is my chatelaine, so I think that job falls to you, Pimrin[.b] She says, filling him in on the details of his assignment. [b]While he begins, I think we should send out some invitations. Myxis, If you would invite Kyrillosar to join us, and Filaurel, Inform Lord Phraanz that his prescence would be apreciated. She says
The ragtag group run (Or in myxis' case, stumble with purpose) toward the stairs, Imazael holding Pimrin's hand in her right, and the octopus in her left, barring the doors behind them, and settle into the bell-tower. Zell lays down the woman, and Myxis settles down on the balcony, watching the winds shift the ashes. Imazael offers the chairs to Zelloris and Pimrin the chairs, taking a seat on the floor if they both accept. She turns to Pimrin My friend, I realize in my haste, I had not introduced myself. I am Lady Imazael, A dhampir, and ascendant noble I shall allow my Comrades to introduce themselves. She says As you well know, circumstance has conspired to damage my memory, but it would seem Zelloris and Lassiter have a greater understanding than I. Would you two be so kind as to fill me in as to the pertinent information, a simplified version of events. she says, rubbing her hand in a circle on myxis' back.
Imazael sees her opportunity, and darts out, driving her dagger into the foe that Kyrill faced, slaying him a moment before he could retaliate. her blade comes out covered in rich, vampiric blood. Imazael can't help herself, as she retreats back toward the shadows, she wipes it off with her finger, and licks it up. looking around, Imazael is certain her fellows have the situation under control. Upon further consideration, perhaps this situation is irrelevant to us. grab the unconscious one, get her out of danger. Perhaps the bell-tower. She says to Myxis and Zell, indicationg the fallen woman. then the Elemental is unleashed. Imazael notices, and goes for the door, but notices someone on the way, an attractive, scarified quarterling. May as well, More is better. she thinks, grabbing him by the wrist Come with me She says, head twitching to indicate the elemental Out of the blast radius. she finishes.
Zelloris Imazael quietly becons the catfolk over The situation is about to deteriorate, to insure we are the victors, I would urge you to arm yourself, search the antechamber, the Ravens were paranoid, there are likely weapons here. grab some for the girl as well, she is one of us.
As long as my Myxis survives, I'm okay with losing a few gnomes.
The dhampirs break free, she can hear it. Old ones, left alone. Imazael turns her eyes toward the crowd, assembled before the ancient prison. Why would the Raven's Children imprison us? she wonders, scanning the crowd as a hunter.
The stink of undeath, vampire stink specifically, reaches her as she holds the gnommette Not necessary, but it is good to reinforce the bond as it forms. the voice instructs her. Her eyes flare brilliant emerald, and she pushes the gnommette to her feet. Your guardian has just unearthed a vampire... and we both reek of blood. she pushes the girl toward a bit of rubble Get down below here, and wear this round your neck she says, giving the girl her symbol of ibris, before getting behind the door, hiding in the shadows and using the girl as bait.
Funny you should mention that. Imazael smiles. I like you, Myxis, but I'm afraid that the mushrooms might cause you to be a liability. Imzael opens her wrish, catching the falling blood in a stone cup (Which she doesn't remember picking up) before she licks it closed and hands it over What if I told you there was something that made you feel better than those, and would make you faster, and stronger? she asks
Zelloris, mon Chatelaine she says quietly, eyes alighting on the steward, before pulling her somewhat further off. I have become quite aware of the situation, though I would appreciate being filled in on any further information you may have. We can handle this on the road. I will have Myxis and Gul scout ahead. I advise you become friendly with Myxis, she may become a part of this. she whispers, constantly checking if others have noticed their absence. Well, I must say, I was not expecting that Imazael says, returning in time to watch Kyrill shapeshift Sounds like a good plan, return to us with any relevant intelligence. please do not place yourself in danger. You're no good to us dead, and furthermore I have grown somewhat fond of you She says, her cold, clinical tone returned, after it's brief absence. [i]Only one more problem before we leave[/b] the voice tells her. it isn't wrong, she needs to insure Myxis' health and safety (Well, Gul seems set on something as well, but that is her errand, and she seems to have it well in hand.) She walks over, and kneels down, placing a hand on he gnomette's shoulder A word, if you would. after she has led the girl off, she takes a seat next to her I understand you are fond of mushrooms. Don't deny it, don't act ashamed, I don't especially care about your choices. I promise you, half the people in this room are addicts, they just chose more acceptable addictions, The lovers to their partners, the dwarf to his gold, his flock to his god. she gestures to people for emphasis, while not breaking eye contact with the young Gnome But, your addiction can be incapacitating, and so I must ask, will you be able to make it to the village without the mushrooms? green eyes stare into the Gnomette;s soul as she finishes.
Imazael hands Kyril the goblet, while quietly looking over the assebled posses of the dwarf and drow. A failure, girl, you only watch as other gather followers to themselves. As the fire has died down I am of the opinion that we should leave the cathedral. Whatever you thought was in here is clearly gone, and there is a village nearby, some people might have survived the fire, they might need help. she says examining the crowd before saying Gul and Myxis, I would appreciate your company. Kyrill, If you would lie to come as well, I would not mind it, and maybe... she finishes scanning the crowd, and picks out a few people (Hopefully) who seem competent
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wavy lines of talking to Muirkhom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why Am I afraid of vampires? she thinks, eyes gradually turning from blue to green. Vampires are preternaturally fast and strong, often augmented with other supernatural powers, such as shape shifting, necromancy, or mind control, as well as a known tendencies to surround themselves with fanatically loyal thralls, addicted to and empowered by their thralls. and to top it off, they are obligate killers, they have no choice but to kill people to continue their own parasitic existence. If you aren't scared of them, you're a fool. she takes a breath, and calms herself Phraanz and I, that's complicated... His mother was bitten, very near when she gave birth to him. That's how Dhampir's usually happen. I'm a little bit of a different case, I grew up human, and was improperly sired less than a year ago. She says, slipping the symbol over her neck would have sworn there was gold on this The bastard that attacked his mother was the same one that nearly killed me. in his head, this makes him my brother. as to why he insists on referring to me in a familial, masculine way, your guess is as good as my own. Especially given the lingering looks he gives when he thinks I'm not looking. She finishes What about you? What's your whole compulsion with gold? She asks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wavy lines of oh-my-god-am-I-playing-monsterhearts-I-think-I-might-be~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wait, what! Hold up, she what?! her thoughts go a mile a minute. She remembers a lot more than me, maybe we did have something. I need someone to keep me me. she puts her arms around Gul I hope that will be enough she whispers.
In that case, can I consume a second ration, and level to 0
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wavy lines of parent-meeting (Really recent) Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She would be happy to take the little one Imazael says to Gul's father, extending a hand and smiling at Myxis Good, an addict, weak, easily maniulated. a good source, if you use her right the voice says, unbidden. "Even When I'm trying to be kind" She thinks "Maybe I'm just in it for myself".. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wavy lines of nowitude!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That does sound familiar She says, dropping her hood You know, I never wanted this, the fangs, the eyes, the name, the voice. It feels different, everything does now. she says, the vampire spirit screaming out in her be silent, fool! Leave her in your web! Let her think you are a victim, a lost soul, some poor being to be comforted. Do not reveal your secrets to prey! She decides to go forward, just to damn the voice, and prove to herself that she's still human. Listen, Gul, before we go any further, and I think I want to, you should know something. Ever since the... incident with Borak, there's been something wrong with me. Well, there's been a lot wrong with me, but I mean something seriously, terrifyingly wrong. I've had this voice, the voice of a monster, in my head. maybe all dhampir's have it, maybe it's why Phraanz is... Phraanz, I never could get a straight answer out of him. or maybe it means I'm something else. It's been getting stronger, harder to ignore, and I don't know what to do, or what that means. If you leave, just cut and run, I understand. she says, barely pausing for breath.
Did I get XP off either of those 6-'s?
Listen, Gul, I don't remember much about the past. I remember bits and pieces. ajuvenile displacer beast, wounded and in your care, though I remember the beast name as Rhistel. I remember the traders Fair, where your remembered treasure is from. and I remember, after my attack, waking up with you and Phraanz watching over me. She Toys with Guls hair behind her head I do't remember the rest. Tell me about us. she croons. And Phraanz bursts in, talking about a gambison. she looks at the sigil, and the voice in her head fills her in. It looks like the parasite's sigil because it it the sigil of his predecessor, lord Clavarius the Sanguine. He ruled the Howling Hills before Borak slew him, and took his lands for his own.
Imazael places some wood on the fire, and takes a seat by it, turning to Gul. Why do you listen him? she asks her quietly. more overtly, she turns to the Dwarf I really do need that necklace... Especially if there's vampire activity around here. I doubt Borak has forgiven me she puts a kettle on. in case it's necessary:
I agree, we should rest, regroup, figure out what's going on. she says, looking around at the others. We should get back to the main chamber, barricade up the doors, make some tea. It would also be lovely if we could leave the creepy skin-changer's church. she lowers her voice, so that only Gul, muirkhom and Kyrill can hear her and adjusts her hood and, i want to compare memories, because I think we all remember the past differently, and I don't know what's real
You dare to strike me, Fool! the vampire-soul within her shrieks, but she ignores it, rushing over to Gul Are you okay? she asks, taking the orc's hand.
I think Hagred might be extremely dead.
Imazael arrives from the back, in a position to see everything go down... kinda. It's confusing, but Gul is trapped, and held hostage by a dhampir. She rushes forward, footsteps quiet, and a moment before Rhistel or, apparently Ginger pounces.
The knife into his back separates him from Gul, giving her the opportunity to escape, but The Displacer beast pounces a second later. the knife is still lodged in the bastard Dhampir, and she was pinned. Damn it Rhistel. she says Yu won't be my thrall, but would you at least be my ally?
Imazael runs ahead of the mindless husks, throwing the door open the right way this time, and seeing Phraanz has moved into the far room, slams the door, hoping the trap will kill them more effectively than it killed her and Phraanz. When she hears the trap click, she will move forward toward the Orc and Dwarf. What's going on here?
Imazael adjust her hood, blue eyes downcast. Phraanz isn't wrong, it was a hasty action... but she was undead, a zombie, or a revanent, or a vampire. She would have hurt someone, maybe you, or Gul, or someone else out there. It had to be done. she mutters, maybe to Phraanz, maybe to herself. I'm going back up to the cathedral proper. I understand if you don't want to come with me. I'll re-activate the trap on my way out, if you'd like. she says, a slight quaver in her voice.
Imazael goes to let Phraanz retreat with her, but instead, he chooses to grab the first undead, a husk of a woman. G%* d@%n it, why does he never liste- GREAT GOD IBRIS, IS HE FLIRTING WITH A DEAD WOMAN!!! She thinks, watching him try, in his clumsy way, to seduce the walking corpse. Phraanz, she isn't sentient! Also, she's been dead for a few years at least! Stop Flirting with her! she shouts, punctuating her last statement by driving the dagger into the woman's throat, then pulling back and driving i between her ribs, in case she is vampiric somehow.
Well, I like all the bonds, I think I'll just take one with each other character.
Imazael's mind is working a thousand miles a minute, the dwarf starts talking, and suddenly she's back in the g*&&$+n room, and the door won't open. F@&*ing Lassiter, f#!@ing magic, f&$~ing gods! she thinks, knowing full well this could only worsen her situation. The pressure plate is key to all of this, but it's just a weight device.. she leaves the firewood on it (If this thing was calibrated for Gnomes or halflings, that would work. She moves forward, knife in hand and peers into the room (Filled with "Gold-Mad" individuals, so who knows what these undead were attracted to) and peers into the room beyond. Phraanz, if we fall back, the trap will dispose of them! she shouts. I don't want you to get hurt. she finishes, Most of her means it.
Imazael thros the door open, the right way this time, shouting out I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! to Phraanz, who she is fairly certain escaped into the other room. as she exits, her woodbag catches on a spike, and rips open. Nothing the tailor couldn't fix, but she doubted the firewood would survive the walls crushing it.
Her escape did, however, bring her face to face with Muirkhom, rather fortunately. If Phraanz was right, she would be glad to have her holy symbol back. Dwarf, I got some of the gold back from Phraanz. If you would be so kind as to return my property... she says, holding up the candelabra.
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