"I suppose so," she answers with a smile clearly enjoying the bath in the hot water, and she runs water all over herself, keeping her eyes on Johysis. "How did that meeting come about?"
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Lyra’an takes in the sight of Johysis stripping off the rest of her clothing with appreciation and settles into the water as she watches the other woman do the same with a definite note of appreciation. ”Hmm..It’s either completely random, or fate…depending on your outlook on things.” the kayal says with a sigh. My parents were slaves to an umbral dragon on the plane of shadow. At some point, they fled their captivity and during the escape, we ended up here…well in this city I mean.”[/b] she says, scooping up a double handful of water and pouring it over her head. ”We apparently appeared in the middle of a battle between houses, my parents died almost immediately, and I somehow managed to get away in all the chaos….I guess I’ve always been good at being unseen when I need to be.” ” I spent a few years surviving on the Zirnakaynin streets and the surrounding caverns until one day I got caught trying to steal from Mistress Xandayah…that’s how I ended up at the brothel.”
Lyra'an gives Jhoysis a grin and a playful little curtsy. "No offense at all, nothing wrong with being good at something." she says with a wink. She slips into the hot water, letting out a sigh as the heat makes it's way up her legs. "Turns out, a lot of males get a kick out of...taking out their frustrations on 'lower born' women. The few times I was chosen by one of them that got too rough....well let's just say it turns out the only thing I'm better with than my tongue, is a blade."
"Mmmhmm.." Lyra'an answers with a coy smile, "Years of working in the most famous brothel will give a lot of practice. Besides, ladies of important houses aren't in the habit of undressing themselves." she purrs.
Smiling, Lyra'an walks over to Johysis and proceeds to assist her in unbuckling and removing her armor, her actions making it quite clear that she had quite a bit of experience undressing another.
"I might as well be. Life is hard, why make it harder?" Lyra'an replies. "If you find yourself somewhere, find something you're good at, do it as well as you can, and if you're lucky, you might end up around people who make it more enjoyable." she says with a grin, breathing deeply of the steam-filled air. "Would you like some help with that?"
"Hmm...I wonder which would be better." Lyra'an says as she gets out of the pool. "Now for the heat!" she says with a grin, not bothering with a towel.
"I guess not." Lyra'an replies arching an eyebrow as she watches Johysis get more comfortable. The athletic drow was a very attractive woman. Taking a deep breath, the gladiatrix submerged herself for a moment, before coming back up and rising out of the pool, her body responding to the icy water cascading off of her as she gets out. "Heard what exactly?"
"I kind of like attention." Lyra'an says with a smirk. "I get that it's dangerous, but....it's a lot better than what happens here if you don't have anything to offer," she says with a grin, enjoying the chill of the cold water on her naked skin.
"It's definitely refreshing...." the kayal says with a smile, "Finished taking care of things with the matriarch?"
"It's definitely refreshing...." the kayal says with a smile, "Finished taking care of things?"
Enjoying the feel of Jhoysis' eyes on her, Lyra'an is a bit disappointed when she takes her leave. Taking sometime to simply wander around the ludus, she eventually makes her way to the baths, heading first for the frigidarium.
Getting caught up
"Alright, let's get moving I guess." Lyra'an says picking up the drow's discarded gear and rejoining the others with a grin.
"Leave. Your weapons stay here. If you try to warn them in any way, I'll come find you....and I promise the next time you hear my voice in your ear, will be the last." Lyra'an says in a soft, yet unmistakably deadly tone as she removes the blade of her weapon from the drow male's throat.
"Alright, drop any weapons you're carrying on the ground, try anything and I slit your throat!" Lyra'an whispers, nodding to Kaxatja to get the others' attention.
Lyra'an effortlessly fades into the shadows, forcing herself not to look at Lilamma as she silently creeps up on the slack-jawed drow. Moving around him, she gets close laying the edge of one of her blades against his neck before whispering. "Move, and your blood waters the fungi that'll grow in this spot."
"Nope, definitely being followed. Purple skinned drow male." Lyra'an says softly. "I can probably lose him in the shadows of the alley and get the drop on him if there's a momentary distraction to take his eyes off me."
Sorry been dealing with a lot. time to catch up on this one.
sorry, will get caught up on this one tomorrow
I'm fine with it
Lyra'an gives Lilamma a little grin, sure that she could handle herself if she decided she wanted whatever was about to happen to stop, though more likely than not she'd be very much enjoying what the guard had to dish out. Damn it, it seems like everybody's getting their itches scratched but me. With a shake of her head she falls in with the others as they enter under the watchful eyes of the other guard.
"Probably not." Lyra'an says with a smirk.
While the attention falls on Brevka and Kaxatja, Lyra'an steps aside, subtly fading into the background.
Lyra'an doesn't say a word. She does, however, lock eyes with the guards standing before them, her eerie sense of calm in the wan light, the danger dancing in her eyes washing over both drow males.
"House Caldrana is the only patriarchy in the city, that might not go over well." Lyra'an mutters softly.
or 7 if using 1/2 +1
Should be able to do so in a bit
"Understood." Lyra'an says with an almost demure bow.
With a little flourish, Lyra'an produces the procured item. "One of them was in the process of trying to open it when we walked in."
"Worth bearing in mind I suppose." Lyra'an says with a shrug as they leave.
"Ooohh that sounds useful!" Lyra'an says with a smile. "Thank you for the healing, by the way, that's twice I owe you now."
5 doses of pesh;
"Yes." Lyra'an says holding up the cannister with a grin. "At least I assume this is what all the fuss is about. Anyone have any idea what's in the vials?"
Reeling from the devastating punch, Lyra'an breathes a sigh of relief as she feels Anabel's gentle touch and soothing magic. Quickly producing another hidden blade, she strikes at the dwarf that struck her.
Smiling as the troglodyte falls, Lyra'an swiftly moves over to scoop up the cannister, flickering in and out in the wan light, before moving to stand beside Anabel.
There is a brief flicker of motion and a glint of steel as a dagger seems to suddenly appear in the troglodyte's chest.
With all the people involved, Lyra'an somehow manages to almost disappear into the background, drawing minimal attention and remaining preternaturally still in the wan light.
Her blades so perfectly concealed that she appears utterly unarmed, Lyra'an slips into the door, drawing a bit of attention as she moves up beside Brevka, a flicker of a smile on her face as she gazes at the assorted trash scattered about the flophouse.
Sorry, had a very busy weekend.
From off t the side, Lyra'an comments in a calm, matter of fact manner that is slightly chilling. "I'd listen if I were you....the last person we let her work on....ugh....soooo much blood."
Taking advantage of Brevka's ability to command attention, Lyra'an slips in after her, smoothly sticking to the wall as she flows into the room.
"Works for me!" Lrya'an says falling in after Anabel.
Lyra'an manages to stifle the smile that comes to her lips at the trainer's nonchalant defiance, though she does flicker a grin when she catches her eye. Curious, the runs her fingers along the sash, fascinated by the material.
"If the herbalist is a coward, better to get him before he goes into hiding." Lyra'an suggests to the others.
Good luck with everything
Lyra'an gives a respectful bow, preferring not to draw undue attention to herself at the moment.
Lyra'an likewise flashes the pompous drow a quick taunting grin while unobserved.
Approaching Anabel with a grin as Nathrae leaves, Lyra'an looks at the elf. "Well you certainly look.....satisfied."
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