Lierin rushes up, trying to catch one of the guards unawares and rip his throat out.
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From the darkness comes Lierin's voice once more, "I can take the form of a living elf, but I doubt that's going to fly, here."
Even as she listens for the sounds of incoming guards, Lierin melts into the shadows near enough to the door that she can spring into action once it opens.
Lierin's already-glowing eyes light up as the chains fall away. She briefly considers calling up her flesh disguise, but opts against it. Covering her digits keeps her from clawing anyone's eyes out. At least until she can get a blade, she'll maintain her bare bones.
Lierin shrugs, "Live, die, whatever. Give me a rapier or a curve blade, and I'll cut a few people in half before I go down. I don't much care, if I'm being honest. I just want to get it over with, whatever 'it' turns out to be."
OK, whew. I was getting worried. Lierin is meant to cut people in half, not be a primary face. I'm sure she can handle it just fine, but it wasn't my intent whilst building her...
On the topic of speech patterns: Lierin is a former elf, and she has an 18 Cha, so I figured she'd actually be pretty well spoken. Also, she can disguise herself as a normal, living elf. Aw crud, did I end up making the party face by accident?
Listening to the more alien of her fellow inmates, Lierin rolls her eyes. Or she would, if she had them. The slight glow in her empty sockets flickers enough to give the same impression, though. Shaking her skull, she mutters softly to herself, "Living proof that sapience and sanity are not mutually inclusive." She shrugs in the general direction of the drider, "It's Lierin, but there will be no reason to mourn my passing. Anyone who would, already did. A long time ago."
An elven skeleton steps up to the bars of her cell, looking out at the others, though sparing the odd glare at her captors. Would that she could recreate her flesh disguise, if only out of spite, to make them uncomfortable. She knows she can't convince them that she doesn't belong, they already know what she is, but without any clothes, normal human prudishness should keep them from paying too much attention to her (or force them into internal struggle from looking at a beautiful, naked elf woman while knowing that she's nothing more than a living corpse). She speaks, her voice dry and ever-so-slightly raspy, though still distinctly feminine, "You must admire the hypocrisy. The sheer amount of willful ignorance it takes to imprison and torture sapient beings while declaring yourself holy and good is truly inspiring. Imagine what kind of works they could create if they turned that effort towards worthwhile endeavors, instead of patting themselves on the backs."
Well, I can recreate it once a day, so I didn't know if it was still suppressed. Hence why I asked.
Oh, we have another dread skeleton? Awesome. A "friend." And ok. I'll update the sheet. Edit: Sheet is updated. Have they done anything to suppress Lierin's Skin Suit?
Dot. Backstory: I got sloppy. Again.
And it's doomed me. Again. I should start at the beginning. My name is Lierin. No family name, not anymore. I left that behind with my last life. When I was alive, I was a duelist. A good one, too. My and my curve blade cut a swatch of death across the dueling scene. Nothing brought be greater joy than watching the light fade out of an enemy's eyes. Until I fought her. I should have known she was a caster. I didn't realize until too late, when I felt her spell rush through me. That was the end of my life. As I lay dying, she stood over me, asked what I wanted done with my remains. I cursed her. She cursed me right back. She raised me from the dead, as this...thing. Made me her own personal toy. Mocked me. It took years to break free of her control, to turn her other toys against her. To finally watch the light fade from her eyes. It didn't bring me joy, though. Not like it used to. But it did bring me peace, if only for a moment. So I set out to do it again, and again. I took up my blade again, and turned my new powers back toward dueling. I can disguise myself as a living elf, so no one knows any better. I always make sure I'm hidden away when the sun goes down, when my disguise melts away. Most duelists use swords, which don't actually do all that much damage to me. Makes it easier to kill them. But I got sloppy, I got careless. I had just killed a man in the street. I was in the bar, bragging and partying. I issued an open challenge. Someone accepted. I didn't expect him to pull a hammer. I didn't expect the hammer to hurt so bad. I didn't expect my flesh disguise to disintegrate immediately. But he did, and it did. I stood exposed before the town. I expected them to destroy me there and then, but they didn't. They bound me up, shipped me off. And now, here I am. Waiting to be obliterated in some ritual show of force. They call me a monster, but at least I always gave my victims a chance. This isn't a duel. This is an execution, dressed up to look good for the masses. But I'm the monster. Right.
Backstory: I got sloppy. Again.
And it's doomed me. Again. I should start at the beginning. My name is Lierin. No family name, not anymore. I left that behind with my last life. When I was alive, I was a duelist. A good one, too. My and my curve blade cut a swatch of death across the dueling scene. Nothing brought be greater joy than watching the light fade out of an enemy's eyes. Until I fought her. I should have known she was a caster. I didn't realize until too late, when I felt her spell rush through me. That was the end of my life. As I lay dying, she stood over me, asked what I wanted done with my remains. I cursed her. She cursed me right back. She raised me from the dead, as this...thing. Made me her own personal toy. Mocked me. It took years to break free of her control, to turn her other toys against her. To finally watch the light fade from her eyes. It didn't bring me joy, though. Not like it used to. But it did bring me peace, if only for a moment. So I set out to do it again, and again. I took up my blade again, and turned my new powers back toward dueling. I can disguise myself as a living elf, so no one knows any better. I always make sure I'm hidden away when the sun goes down, when my disguise melts away. Most duelists use swords, which don't actually do all that much damage to me. Makes it easier to kill them. But I got sloppy, I got careless. I had just killed a man in the street. I was in the bar, bragging and partying. I issued an open challenge. Someone accepted. I didn't expect him to pull a hammer. I didn't expect the hammer to hurt so bad. I didn't expect my flesh disguise to disintegrate immediately. But he did, and it did. I stood exposed before the town. I expected them to destroy me there and then, but they didn't. They bound me up, shipped me off. And now, here I am. Waiting to be obliterated in some ritual show of force. They call me a monster, but at least I always gave my victims a chance. This isn't a duel. This is an execution, dressed up to look good for the masses. But I'm the monster. Right.
Nah, I get you.
Scratch that. I'll just go with Dread Skeleton. Rebuilding now.
Quite a heavy Nerf, really. Makes this build (or more, the backstory) untenable (lose feat eligibility). Might look at dread skeleton, instead, or maybe back to wight. Not sure, yet. Will figure it out tomorrow.
Odentin here, sorry for the double post, but I wasn't in time to edit my prior one. Submitting Lierin's crunch. Will write up a backstory in the coming days. |