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Kalyna holsters her pistols and charges at Cultist3 with her saber.
"BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! DIE YOU ZEALOUS FREAK!!!!!"
Kalyna draws her pistols and, like a true desperado, points one at Cultist3 and another at Acolyte2...
Kalyna sneaks up behind the cultist closest to her. She simultaneously covers his mouth, begins mimicking the chant, and then stabs him in the throat with her dagger.
She quietly drags the body closer to the door.
Responding to Vedra's translation... "It is no doubt the ramblings and foolish prayers of a cult. Still, we haven't confirmed if they are the ones who attacked our company."
Kalyna returns to the group, making sure not to make a sound. She approaches Vedra, but gestures to the rest of the party to keep their voices down. "Did you hear that, sister? I do not understand the language, but I can repeat what was said if you'd like..." A cocky Kalyna boasts a near perfect memory, though Sirian dwarfs her capabilities for he possess a mental recollection rivaling the tards.
"This is true...." The rogue wears the face of guilt as she feels as though her actions put good people in danger. "If that's the case, then lets not delay any further."
"I agree. Going the same way would be.... retarded. Any thoughts Vedra? Captain?"
"You're neither too thin nor are you big," says Kalyna as she adjusts her thin, snug, scarlet dress. "To be honest, my fellow lady, you're too modest with your looks. Don't be afraid to show yourself more. You have beautiful skin."
"Sweet cosmic t$*%! F&&*!"
The rogue pivots on the heels of her feet and faces her comrades, displaying a winning smile. "I did gymnastics for 10 years. There was also a time in my early career where I had to compete in break-dance competitions when I couldn't find work. Needless to say, no worries!" She helps her horse back up, but takes time to examine what exactly caused it to topple like it did.
"Aw F$&&!"
Kalyna also chuckles at the comment, though her laughter is much quieter so she does not offend the captain. "I'd say I'm ready enough. Though not before stashing some brunch and bringing some fun along." Kalyna walks over to the buffet and takes the sparkling wine. "I imagine there will be time for R&R, and I bet you all are more interesting when I liquor you up." She packs away the unopened bottles and grabs the opened one, sipping it as she heads toward the door.
"Seems simple enough. Well, as far as my end goes. I have to admit, this is all very overwhelming but I am thoroughly intrigued. We'll have to chat more about this, Dr. Vega. I'm no novice to history, though I'm sure your clearance grants you knowledge otherwise retained from me." Kalyna gulps down the few remaining sips of her coffee. Her body language suggests she has no further questions, comments.... suggestions.
Kalyna empties her pipe and gives herself a subtle, but extremely happy grin. Life almost turned for the worst, but then quickly turned for the best. She always knew she was destined for great things, but none of it would have been achieved if she stayed at her family's vineyard. With much glee, she loaded her pipe with her own medley and made way to the Eldritch Inn. As exhausted as she is, it would be inappropriate to go to bed without celebrating her new employment. She entered the inn and found an empty seat at the bar. With a fat sack of gold, she quietly called the bartender over and offered to buy the house a round of ale.
"'Unique biology'? Must be well endowed..." The rogue chuckles with a slight blush on her cheeks. She extends a hand and gives a firm handshake. The deal is sealed and she eagerly signs the contract. "As much as I'd love to begin this venture, I am in need of some much deserved R&R. Will I receive word on where to meet on the morrow?"
Kalyna has an intrigued look on her face. She always knew politics are deeper than they seemed, but it was something else entirely to have it confirmed before her. Layers and layers of governing bodies became revealed, and she couldn't help but feel excitement for the opportunity to be apart of the top tier. "That's quite interesting. If I had known the repercussions, I would have left the seal alone. Though it seems you want the Black Shard anyways." She draws again on the tasteful herb and then cuts right to business. "I'll need full dossiers of whom I'll be working with. I should warn you, I'm not one for recognizing rank. You'll have my loyalty as long as you fill my purse, but don't expect me to respond to my colleagues with any submissive tones or 'yes sirs'. I'm not an ass-sucker, you see." She draws once more on her pipe and burns out the last of the herb.
"Yes, boss. Just one. The guards presented no evidence, yet still arrested me. Which leaves me to believe they had a witness. What I want to know is, who's the tattletale?"
She draws another puff of her pipe and feels completely safe around her new friend. An overwhelming sense of pride surges through her at the thought of doing good by the higher orders. "I must be pretty slick to have grabbed your attention. Needless to say, you have mine as well. If you can satiate, and fund, my unending thirst for adventure and the thrill of danger, then I agree to your outstanding offer. I only hope I can live up to your.... well, never you mind; I'll guarantee your expectations will be met. I'm a professional and all. All I want to know now is when to start and who my colleagues are." She draws again on her pipe and realizes a slight concern of hers. "Oh, and just a heads up. I hate being kept in the dark. No doubt the council holds many secrets and I understand the logic behind secrecy from the common public. But if I am to perform adequately, I must have transparency."
"Oh, and thank you for the smoke. It has a very decadent flavor and a smooth intake. I'll have to switch my brand, which is more akin to mulch rather than a respectable herb."
"I seldom turn down a job. But it would be unwise to work for someone I do not know. A name is label, nothing more. You're holding information back from me; I can tell. What organization do you represent? I doubt you're a mere collector of arts."
Kalyna returns the favor and analyzes him back. A silent, esoteric game of psychological chess emerges between the two. "It's nice to meet you, Al. I'd introduce myself, but you seem to know everything about me. Before we get to far away from the ordeal, I'd like to thank you for releasing me from the city guard. My only question is: why'd you do it?"
Inspired by Alaxador, Kalyna also retrieves her pipe and enjoys a smoke with him. Unfortunately, her pipe medley is dry and not fresh.
Kalyna remains silent. Curiosity replaced her fear; wondering just who this man is and what he meant by we. She follows the man and cooperates with him entirely. Her immediate future is unknown to her, but somehow she feels that a new adventure awaits.
She is taken aback by the use of force on the inspector. Fear finally set into her. The inspector, the guards, the earl... all pawns. But this person has true power. Her demeanor completely changed toward submissiveness.
"Please... whoever you are.... don't play with my head. I'll cooperate. Take the statue. Take the gold. I'll do my time, just please don't.... don't puppet me like you did the inspector." Despite the man's warm attitude, she still feared his ability to control her in an instant.
She gives the inspector a fearless grin, fully knowing that they must have a witness if they are to present no evidence. "Seems I was being tracked. Also seems like I'm losing my touch. I guess I do have one thing to say; one regret I wish to share before you disintegrate me or turn me into a platypus or whatever you mages do..." She sits back in her chair and takes a deep breath. "I've never done anal. Not once. I'm positive I would DESPISE it. Sure, we all enjoy the sensation of a smooth flowing s#!#, but it's a one-way trail. I want to do it less for pleasure, and more to satiate my curiosity. Now I'll die wondering...." "Please, inspector. Just this once! Plug up my fart-box with your throbbing seed spitter! Who knows? You may find your evidence up there..." For such a beautiful woman, her choice of words and mannerisms are a stark contrast to such elegant features.
"That's what I like to hear, constable. You say them so adamantly. Quite sexy, indeed. Alright, babes. Take me away. Make sure the bonds are tight.... really tight."
"I do not believe my rights have been read. Nor am I aware of what crime I have committed. The Earl offered me 5,000 gold and this worthless figurine in exchange for sexual favors. Seems like a steep price, but the Earl is not lacking in wealth, nor is he lacking in fetishes. Most courtesans refuse to 'perform' for him, but my standards are downright abominable. Regardless, my work is done and the Earl paid for me fair and square. I'll be taking my pay, then we may head to court where I will receive a fair trial." She picks the bottle of wine off of the table and begins drinking it, then sets it down and starts putting on the jewelry that is much too big for her fingers.
".... but I think you are underestimating me. I realized just now that this job is too good to be true. Well, the money isn't 'true' anyways. This isn't the first hunk of ancient treasure I've come across. I unearthed a statue of Thrall from a Karuvian ruin that was infested with undead. Singlehandedly. This is worth more to you and I think you're willing to pay more for it. It would never be in your possession if it were not for me, and not to mention the legal consequences I could face if my 'burglary' were uncovered. So at the very least, I think you owe me some insurance money, and the wine won't bail me out of jail..."
Her eyes widen to the point of bursting. She then gives him a look... a look of mistrust. "The wine is a lovely gesture and all..."
Going against everything her parents taught her, she presses the bottle to her seductive lips and swigs a gulp of the exquisite wine. "Spared no expense I see.... speaking of expenses. I have your jade doll." The rogue swings her backpack off of her shoulders and onto the bar, retrieving the jade statue and standing it up on the bar, still retaining her grip. "I'll take that large sack of shinies you promised." She gives the Earl a flirtatious grin.
Kalyna raises her eyebrows and stares at the Earl with a look on her face that most egalitarian people would understand as "Is this guy f!+~ing serious?". She grudgingly pours the wine anyway, making sure to twist the bottle as she stops pouring in order to prevent dripping. For 5,000 gold, she'd do a lot things she normally wouldn't. She sets the bottle on the bar but still keeps her hand on it. She twists it and reads the label....
"A half hour is hardly any leeway for a fetching quest involving soul-hungry corpses," says Kalyna as she enters the private area silently. "Nonetheless, let me make up for lost time and open that bottle for you. It's taking you so long to open it that time is beginning to move backwards." She walks over to the bottle. "May I?"
"To be honest, I never really know how to answer that question. My profession is ominous, eclectic, and bountiful. There simply is no title for it. I go where I please, and wherever I am, I offer my services to those that would rather pay someone else to do them. My employers are the lazy, rich, and greedy, and I'll gladly suck at the t**& of their purses if it gets me to the next horizon. So if you'd like a name for my profession, sir, I am an adventurer. Plain and simple.... I suppose I could have said that to begin with." ~ An evening chat with a stranger at The Den. |