Kiyla drops her arrow, pulls out her handle in her other hand, and tries to chop one of the stirges off of her!
Chopping one right in half!
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"An animal lives here, but I don't see it." She smiles a little and examines the droppings, curious what kind of delightful beast they belonged to.
After a moment she stands and holds her bow tightly. "It not an animal, whatever it is. It's something else. A magical beast or an aberration, maybe? Keep your eyes open."
With no way to reach the enemy, Kiyla sheathes her handaxe and pulls out her shortbow.
Kiyla strides forward and swings her handaxe at the red kobold.
But the kobold dodges her blow!
Kiyla double moves up into the fight and stares at the kobold with cold, hard eyes. Her black shadow looks like a monster.
Kiyla fires off an arrow at the orange kobold.
Then she stows her bow and takes a step forward, drawing her hatchet as she moves.
Hearing the noises stop, Kiyla hurries over to that hallway and ducks around the corner. She draws her shortbow and waits... It looks like she expects an enemy to ambush the pink skeleton.
Kiyla is a somber child, pale and slender and no more than ten. She has short hair that hangs in perfect waves, neatly pinned back behind a large white flower blossom. Her skin is soft and pale, and her eyes are a deep grey. She never smiles or frowns. Never seems to feel anything, really. She grew up here, in Falcon's Hollow. Misery and death are old friends. Kiyla wears a pretty white lace dress, crisp and clean, and polished little white shoes on her feet. Atop her dress she whears a silver, gleaming breastplate, and in her belt is looped a magical axe and a unicorns horn. The horn was her pride and joy. She cut it off herself. After she killed the unicorn. Which she tortured for days. It was among her fondest memories. You see, Kiyla wasn't just strange. She was foul. Evil. A darkness lurked inside her, and the only thing that brought it any peace and any joy was to dance. To dance to the beautiful music sung by animals in pain. She LOVED to dance. But now she wasn't hunting animals for their songs. She was hunting children. That ugly old man who ran the town had made her new Mom go after the stupid kids who got themselves lost because HIS smelly son was one of them and HE wanted HIM back. She wondered if any of the other children liked to dance... --- As the group heads into the woods Kiyla track the kobolds trail and leads them forward.
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