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And Lucy stands flipping her hair and patting off her once again pristine dress. Ugh, that woman has NO sense of decorum. She spits on the cultist at her feet. Serves you right you lout. Now, let's go find out where the manor is... and please dwarf, let's apply some honey before we drown them in vinegar?
As they reach the front door, Lucy glances about and holds her head with one hand and mutters. Yeah yeah... nobodies around... I know their pathfinders, but that dwarf is.... Okay, shut up! Fine! You can come out, but if that dwarf stabs us don't say I didn't tell you so. Lucy turns to Thror and sighs. Look. Dwarf.... Thror. I get that your thing is "Kill all demons". But please remember with what your about to see that I am STILL a pathfinder, and remember your oath. Technically, I don't think she's a demon... technically... but I'm still in here, so don't get frisky with the weaponry okay? Before he has a chance to respond, She draws her dagger and holds it out as her muscles begin to buldge and her eyes grow black. I am thou, Thou Art I
With that darkness begins to crawl and flow up and down her body from her eyes, and enwraps her for a moment before coalescing into someone that could easily be a entirely different woman...
The one who is unfortunate enough to speak is also the one unfortunate enough to draw Lucy's direct ire. She stalks over to him, and it's only when she's standing right up next to someone that you notice that, just like her muscles, her height is decidedly unladylike as she stares down at the villager. Didn't think it was important? Your village is semi-regularly beset by monstrosities mutated from your livestock and you didn't think it was IMPORTANT?! By his infernal fury this is why we have Hellknights in Cheliax, because trusting IDIOTS like you all to have enough commons sense to know which side of a sword is the pointy end is exercise in futility! She massages the bridge of her nose as if staving off a headache and growls out threateningly. Legends. Cursed areas. Places you are not suppose to go. I don't care how silly it sounds, spill it, now. We are pathfinders. It is LITERALLY our specialty to resolve such matters. Since whatever your doing to have Desna guard your land obviously isn't enough to SOLVE it, we'll have solve it for you. She mutters something under her breath, and those with keen hearing can tell she says Of course an Asmodian has to clean up for the others. Typical.
Lucy "Hmmms". I've never heard of her being called the dreamtender in all my studies, but Desna was never my focus. She looks at the dead pig and suddenly her face turns furious. Hold on. One of our members goes missing and you NEGLECT to mention that ANIMALS AND BEASTS RANDOMLY MUTATE INTO THAT?! She dramatically points at the thing and steps forward, advancing on the crowd looking like she's leaking fury and menace.
HOW COULD YOU NEGLECT TO TELL US THAT?! OUR FRIEND COULD BE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY! She looks like she's struggling very hard to stay calm. You incompetent rubes are going to tell us EXACTLY what's happen and what you know, and your going to do it now, or I'm gonna help the mad dwarf purge every last one of you from this village and hope that I get lucky enough to destroy the ones actually responsible for this. She points to the dead pig monster again. That is not just "Badness" in the ground! That is a curse! A bewitchment! A powerful one at that! So talk, and talk fast, before I lose my temper!
Lucy gives a sniff and whispers... Claw of the Grand Raven, Sleep. and her massive greatsword once again shrinks down to the size of a dagger. She flicks it a few times to wipe it of blood and dries it on the hem of her blood red dress. Lucy shifts her dress then and straightens it as her muscles seem to settle back down into their more lithe form.
She blushes a little at Vello's comment and "Harumphs" as she slides the dagger back into it's sheath. I was not bluffing when I say I earned my rank. Even if I had to do so in a most unlady like manner. How barbaric. She seems more concerned with the fact that everyone saw her acting so "Uncouth" than the dead pig monster or the villagers reactions.
Hunter x Hunter is so good.... but she's not transformed, not yet. She's just showing off muscles that she takes great pains not to show she has. So combine that transformation, with a little bit of this Transformation on top.
Lucy grabs her dagger and hesitates. Anyone have a clue what that thing is?! She grips the dagger and pulls the blade out, then hisses to a empty space to her left. SHUT UP! I'm working on it! There are to many people here! GAH! Will you be QUIET!
She steps forward and whispers "Claw of the Grand Raven, Kill!" and her tiny little dagger transforms into a greatsword as big as she is, jet black and etched with red runes.
Her pretty dainty self suddenly twisting to show the layers of muscle hidden under the red dress, she brings the great blade down on the pig thing!
Hearing Vello's proclamation on the health of the pig, Lucy snorts and says, juuuuuust loud enough for the villagers to hear... Leave it to a bunch of country bumpkins to not even get a pig wrestling match right. Drugging the swine? Are the men... excuse me, boys, here so incompetent they need to drug a pig to wrestle it?
Lucy seems to abhor everything. The idea of wrestling down a grease pig gets her hackles up, and she mutters through the whole thing. Though, she does participate in the knife throwing contest, throwing her personal knife with surprising skill for a delicate maiden. As the contest winds up, she looks at the others. I am NOT chasing down a pig. Greased or otherwise.
Lucy looks around the place, trying not to be snooty about it, and not be super successful. I don't suppose I could put in a order for some festival dresses? I only brought a few finer things with me for the travel, and I refuse to be caught dead in my mournsday outfit during a party, even one all the way out here.
Lucy looks at Kenza with a soft smile. Good. Hopefully, it will not be necessary... as I told our Mad Dwarf friend, I did not rise to this position on the accolades of my name alone. But, as a Chelaxian, we also value respect, if perhaps for different reasons, and I value someone who understands that. She let's the pseudo-compliment lay and continues to the meeting place with Vello. As he describes the place, Lucy speaks up. Perhaps, but I feel neither I, nor Kenza, are suited for such a clandestine thing. We may be better off looking to some of the other place.... a trading post might hold news if she supplied to make to go AWOL from the society, and if she kept her natural Pathfinder nature, the church and standing stones will be natural prizes. The Psychic and the weaver may hold additional information... I bet a Chelaxian gold piece that their both gossip mongers. She thinks for a moment. My preference would be the trading post, followed by the church and stones. My own pathfinder curiosity is calling.
Lucy gives a small smile to Kenza and aloofly examines her fingernails again as they travel down another street. Bah, ignore them Kenza, it's to be expected from small minded country folk like this. There is barely a failure to apologize for, but your forgiven anyways. She studies Kenza more intently as they travel. Kenza is once again struck by the odd feeling that determining how much of Lucy is an act and how much is genuine is a more difficult proposition than it may first seem, as Lucy looks at her with the eye of a alchemist examining a particularly fascinating bug. I'm sure our fellow comrades have learned at least something of interest. This was never really something for you to do... you show respect to your betters, and some culture at that. You must tell me where you learned your manners, they are impeccable.
When Kenza stops and looks back to the group she may be startled to see that Lucy pulls her lovely black horse along side her. She stares at her fingernails, as if inspecting them for dirt, despite how immaculate they are. I don't do well talking to the masses. Commoners annoy me. I think I'll follow you Kenza, you seem much more interesting. As Kenza talks to people randomly, Lucy continues to look aloof, occasionally playing with her dagger, looking bored. What I wouldn't give to be back in Cheliax.
Lucy steps down from the horse and walks to the mayor, looking him in the eye, looking suddenly less like a spoiled rich woman and more... dangerous. You should tell us everything you know. My dwarven friend has a nose for sniffing out trouble... he pegged me for trouble as soon as he met me after all... and if he thinks your trouble, I'm inclined to believe him. Even if I doubt it has anything to do with deamon lords. So, talk please, and we can resolve this business, and we'll be pleasant guests, instead of unruly adventurers. Short of you killing her yourself, I doubt we'll have much quarrel with you yourself whatever happened to her, so spare yourself the headache won't you?
Lucy waits patiently for the others to speak, and nods in appreciateion as Kenza brings up Jeminda. I am Lucy of House Galonnica. My Guard speaks true to our purpose. Her face takes on the look of a pained, worried look, almost like a mother fretting over a lost child. Poor Anikee has not responded in some time. We are most worried about her... we're all so concerned that something might have befallen our poor, sweet Jeminda...
The crew have to admit, it's not bad acting. If you didn't know Lucy already, you'd think she cared about the fate of another pathfinder or something.
Lucy raises an eyebrow and holds up her hand, first raising a single finger. One. I am Lucy Galonnica, of Cheliax's House Galonnica, third of my name. I am a loyal servitor of her infernal Magistrix Queen Abrigail Thrune, of the thrice damned house of thrune, long may she reign. If the "Cheliax" didn't give away that I consort with devils, then perhaps the "Infernal" and "Thrice damned" Will. She raises a second finger. Two. While I do, and have, bound devil's to my service, I have broken no law and followed the proper laws of Cheliax. Outside of Cheliax I haven't summoned a single devil. Thus, your "Punishment" would be you acting a a heinous vigilante in clear defiance of the law. Those with sensitive sense motives might notice a almost quirk of a smile for that last statement for some reason. Three. She continues. You are a pathfinder, and have sworn the same oaths I have. To Explore, Report, and finally, to Cooperate. You know as well as I that you cannot attack a fellow pathfinder without just cause in the eyes of the Decimverate, such as if I tried to bring harm to you, or to the pathfinders. To do so would require you to break oath and be expelled from the pathfinders, a fate that I assume you wish no more than I would. Thus I am given leave by the Decimverate to act as I please so long as I do not displease them. She sticks out another finger. Four, Just because you are so stringent as to believe that such nonsense as "the ways of evil" does not mean I do. Devils are tools, and I will not let them lie simply because you get sickly about it. She smiles and clutches her hand into a fist. Five. You might find it much harder to enact your "Punishment" on me than you believe... I have not risen to my rank with the pathfinders merely by the sake of my name.
Lucy snorts with derision at Thror. Be quiet you ignorant baffoon. A Stirge is not a demonspawn, merely ugly, disgusting, and parasitic... you should get along quiet well with it actually. She looks at her fingernails haughtily as she urges her horse to follow the boy. I know demons. Well, to be fair, devils mostly, but spawns of evil either way. And that is not a demon. Now, if you would take us to your father boy, you've wasted enough of our time, and my time is worth far more than you can afford.
Lucy stands and brushes herself off daintily, shifting the small dagger on her hip so that it settles properly. To Ravenmoor it is then. Ravenmoor... She recalls the best she can anything about Ravenmore.
I suppose we will need to ride... I brought my own horse of course, a fine steed named Mara. He's such a beautiful creature. The horse is beautiful if you saw it in the stable coming in... jet black with unnerving eyes perhaps, but beautiful. I suppose the rest of you will need to get your own transportation... Mara does not pull carts.
Lucy sips delicately at the mead, the picture of a Cheliaxian noblewoman, fashionable even in the furs required for the cold environment. The expensive fur trimmed red dress is stitched with sigils of Asmodeus, which almost distracts from the pale, hawk-eyed beauty of the woman who's wearing them. Though, you have the distinct feeling that her smile is hiding metaphorical fangs... or perhaps even literal ones? If there is one thing I have learned in my time in the society... She pronounces Is that tasks are never as simple as they seem.
Just a heads up. I play Lucy and Black Maiden as a spoiled rich brat who thinks everyone is beneath them and as a more than a little homicidal sadist respectively. I counteract this by having Lucy be fairly easy to manipulate by the more sensible pathfinders, and Black Maiden is bound by her "Contract" to behave herself and listen to her fellow pathfinders so she can't actually act out the evil tendencies she will occasionally mutter or threaten. So please don't take it personally if my characters are jerks, it's all in the name of fun stories.
Hi! I'd love to join, if you'll have me. Player's Name: Matthais777
No offense, but this game took Waaaaaay longer than I think any of us meant to. And I have to completely rebuild lucy and black maiden since the magical child was nerfed to home game roleplay use only.If that's how you feel, might I suggest becoming a Zealot (seems appropriate for your character's demeanor and 'politics') or a Cabalist (which would let you keep your adorable Evil bunny!)? Problem is, I don't like anything about that class OTHER than getting to keep my adorable bunny. :( Since the big point of this was to have the bunny "transform" into increasingly demonic forms, it looses a bit of punch if it's just a bunny... at that point, i might as well just have a trained rabbit and be crazy. I think I'm going to go spliter soul, and I might see if there is something else I can do to have my rabbity friend be involved. Doing the Brutal Manuver route on dirty trick seems like it'd be interesting.
Lucy's eye twitches. Sausages. Bloody. Freaking. Sausages. She turns on her heel, passes the man a piece of silver as she stalks past him. Kick her a couple of times. Preferably in her tiny shins. Don't feel bad about the morals, she's either a murderer or a grave robber, depending on your interpretation. Nothing permanent, just painful. She then starts stalking after the man known for his sausage-in-a-bun that she had become so familiar with.
Lucy growls. You will have a sudden return of memory. And you will have it now, as you tell me where to find the silverhex.
She steps forward, her eyes turning black. You will do this, because you enjoy your little shop, and your new little life, and you do not want it cut short in a blaze of death and destruction that will end with your innards being feasted upon by the devils of hell as they play games with your bones. NOW TELL ME WHERE I FIND THE SILVERHEX!
Lucy facepalms. No you... argh. It's about the sword you got off the half orc ijit up at the cave. We where suppose to buy it. Consider it's gone, and your the only other one besides us and a horse that knew she was there, I'm guessing you have it. She taps her foot impatiently. Frankly, I don't care if I have to buy this stupid sword from demon of the abyss, I just want to go home! So can we buy the sword from you or what?
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