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"Pointy hats, what can be done about the lava pouring into the room?" Imperia asks, a little surprised, but ultimately unswayed by the development. With mechanical precision, she fires two arrows at their partially frozen foe, but, alas, her training to date hasn't accounted for a flock of birds harrying the target. The arrows crash against the far wall.
Prepared this time, Imperia holds her breath with her final swing and steps back from the anticipated blast. While it initially looks like she may have misjudged the spray, at the last second it abates and she once again evades the worst of it. Almost like a little dance. A waltz of steel. Maybe I'll start moonlighting as a poet or some other soft art. Wouldn't that be worth a few good laughs with the Erinyes Company! Unphased by the danger she is putting herself in, she, yet again, winds up another swing at the same spot in the next portal.
"Past experiences inform me that the more devious traps like to go off again and again. While I admire that sort of dedication to a task, that could be disastrous for our lives. Got another horse in that bodice?" Imperia asks Ashara. Seeing the Human cast, however, sparks a thought. Turning towards Ashara, she pulls a satchel out of her bag and tosses it to the Oracle. "To be used at your discretion." Open the Bag?:
The bag houses a small collection of scrolls and a wand! Wand of CLW (46 charges)
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"Years of training have gone into mastering this exact sword. I trust what the pointy-hats have to say about that device, but I'm not wasting that training to risk it in the field," Imperia explains when offered a device. Once the matter of their items and the Azers is solved, Imperia posts up at the eastern doors, ready to breach.
Imperia raises a concealed eyebrow. ”Ha, you’re right, it is entirely someone else’s fault that you attacked us when we offered an olive branch,” she says, dripping with disrespect and judgement. Cant even take responsibility for their own actions. While the others talk to the remaining Azer(s), she patrols the exits for any reinforcements.
Imperia smiles in the confines of her helmet. "Looks like it is just you and me..." A predator setting up for the kill, she swings her sword with deadly grace at the Azer's leg. With the momentum from the follow-through, she sets the sword back before using a lunge to deliver a savage thrust to the Azer's chest.
Imperia returns and finds that the lock is annoyingly still attached to the door. Without missing a beat, she raises her sword overhead and brings it down in a smooth motion right down the middle. "If that doesn't work, Roldala looks like she has enough musculature to pry the rest of it off," she comments.
Imperia stops in her tracks as Mylvwara vouches for the newcomer's character. Didn't actually say anything only an Agent would know, but one of our own speaks for her. Any treachery is own Mylvwara's hands now. Stepping carefully through the holes in the wall, she keeps her sword level and ready. The constant, low sound of plate scraping against plate suggesting that true stealth isn't quite an option for her. At the locked door, she looks to the mages expectantly. "Never seen the likes of this before. If it matters, we can either cut or smash it as the situation demands." While the device gets looked over, she heads back to the openings in the wall to keep an eye out for danger.
Imperia immediately spins to face the newcomer and starts closing the gap between them at a walking pace. "That's convenient. Care to share any details to support your story?" she asks. The steel in her voice suggests it is more of a demand, while her measured footsteps sound more like a countdown timer. Not taking a knife in the back from someone who only knows the word Venture-Captain.
Imperia nods with acceptance of Mylvwara’s suggestion. ”As you wish, knowledge of his place will be useful.” Taking the door from the other side, she squats low, digs her plated fingers into the growing gap and pulls with all her might. ”The many... are always... stronger... than... the few...” she grunts between coordinated pulls with Roldala.
Imperia eyes the metal thing warily. "Do we need to... relieve this thing of its pain, or are we going to try to open the door?" Not like these things are my area of expertise. The hell is a designation? Is it talking about our jobs? "If we can't figure the door out tactfully, we can probably muscle through it, but we should probably decide on how we are going to accommodate the director here."
Open House is when the parents are invited to meet their students' teachers. I've learned it is a very American thing, which the international school I teach at has adopted. As the teacher, I had to present on my class to the parents for each of my classes (of which there are five). It started at 6 and lasted until 8!
Imperia shrugs at Shevala's ire. "Loyalty is earned over time, not in moments of dire need." Doesn't seem like Roldala took kindly to that attempted slap on the wrist. Maybe we'll have something to bond over and I won't have to worry about receiving "accidental" friendly fire. "Don't suppose it has a map or better directions? Sure, it has names for places, but those are meaningless to us unless we have a visual," she points out. "If not, I've got all I need and am ready to go. These 'robots' are made of tough metals, right? A little tactics and our weaponry," she continues, gesturing to Roldala's Lucerne Hammer and tapping her sword, "should get the job done easily enough. And that's before the magic the others bring to the team. Shall we?"
Imperia tilts her head when Kitani starts reciting what is apparently a string of facts from a variety of encyclopedia pages. "That's an odd way of speaking," she comments. What a pitiful creature. "Are we going to be extracting information out of that?" she asks, clearly unperturbed by whatever is wrong with it. "It won't like it, but I can probably get it done" she concludes darkly. Even with a face fully obscured by her helmet, it is obvious she just might enjoy such an opportunity. Enemies don't keep secrets from me for long.
After an increasingly uncomfortable loiter, Imperia breaks the silence. "Any of you figured out why briefings tend to take place in such odd places? I heard one group of Agents were duped into giving Drandle Dreng some loose coins while he pretended to be a beggar! Such odd customs..." Just to do something, she begins inspecting equipment around the shed. Fixing what she can, reorganizing what she can't, she does her best to leave it all better than she found it.
Bah, just the Sable Company. They don't know their head from an Otyugh's den. An thank the Nine for that. Imperia's grip falls from her sword and pivots towards the newcomer without addressing Mylvwara's statement. "My most recent mission involved the Plane of Water. Not ideal, but nothing we couldn't overcome by work together to achieve victory. And yourself? You just missed a brief conversation on tactics and how we each might contribute to this team. How do you envision yourself fitting into a gaggle of casters with a pair of warriors to keep them from physical harm?" she asks, without the slightest hint of condescension when she refers to the casters in the group.
It's going to be a shame if I have to cut my way out of here, but a lie is always more trouble than it is worth. "It is Korvosan, what a keen eye you have. I earned this armor through many tests of fortitude and will," she responds a little tensely, if vaguely, her hand resting on her sword's pommel. Fascination with history is good, almost safe, even.
"I'll have to take your word for it then, Roldala, I've seen more chains hold fast than break," Imperia responds. Definitely collateral damage, unless she earned some direct ire for herself. Can't be helped either way, shit happens. She stiffens a little at the mention of Korvosa. "When were you in Korvosa? I spent quite a bit of time there too, before... moving on to Kaer Maga," she quickly explains to Kitani. Must have been after the death of My Queen and the Grey Maidens fled if she doesn't recognize this armor. Or too young to have been aware. Ugh that's always the risk with these Society missions, the diversity has a way of tempting the uncomfortable exposure of the past. I've seen what was written about Korvosa too, all twisted to serve a one-sided narrative.
"Chels? As in all Chelaxians? What could have possibly happened to you that you hate an entire ethnicty of people? Does that include their colonies, former and current?" Imperia inquires with a mix of shock and curiosity. The Empire makes hard choices, but always for the ultimate benefit of the country and it's vassal nations. She must have experienced an unfortunate but necessary instance of collateral damage, real or perceived. "They do, it will be a wondrous advantage for us! If you insist on going first, I won't stop you. I suspect my armor will provide more protection than your lack of it, but I'm here to work with everyone, not against," she explains, before turning to Mylvwara. "We do, though I find my sword is usually my best one. I'm close to mastering an archery technique that relies more on raw power than accuracy, maybe then my choices will be a little more varied!"
"Do tactics offended you?" Imperia asks the teenage Half-Orc curiously. "Some find them cumbersome, but they shouldn't feel prescriptive if we plan them around our natural actions." I don't expect the same level of teamwork as my sisters-in-arms, but I'm sure even a wild child is capable of fighting without losing her mind. Nothing shall pass us on the field. "Haste, you say? That is always useful magic, I look forward to seeing you implement it in battle," she continues, with a nod of her head. "Mylvwara, are there any useful conjuration spells you are likely to use in combat?"
Haha hi Roldala and Nowruz! Frontline looks stacked enough to me! Imperia is one chronicle away from being a switch hitter, so I think the frontlines are looking pretty sharp as it is! Wands are always DC 20, having one person who can use it would be nice, but we could always get a wand of infernal healing instead.
A tall, well-built woman in steel plate mail extends a hand to Enora. ”Imperia Rex,” she says firmly. Strapped to her waist is an exceptionally well-made longsword, while across her back is a well polished shield and a thick, darkwood bow. Not an inch of skin can be seen, even the grey hazel of her eyes is difficult to spot through her helmet. Magic is always good, excited to work too. Should be a good addition. ”I’m the first line of defense for this mission,” she offers simply. ”What areas of magic have you mastered? Knowing your teammates is crucial to a successful mission, especially in planning our tactics.” Do Not Call has not created a profile. |
