[i]This halfling is starting to scare me! Marada imagination gets carried away and she see this play out in her head;
Marada throws up a little just now , how ever she recovers and puts away that dark thought.
Marada is smokin hot, her dark tanned skin is wet with the sheen of battle sweat, her supple perfect nipples erect as she stand poised on her long tan legs and perfectly jeweled feet. Her face beautiful yet demonic in rage is seen in moments from her swinging hair that cascades down in front of her dark eyes...
Marada dances into battle a twirling flurry of limbs followed by the arcing gleam of Gregale.1d20+5=23 crit
Gmork wrote: blonde, hook nosed, and wielding a gem gilded, thin short sword. Marada magic missles this one 1d4+1=4
Marada looks about for money and armor; something comfortable, that offers protection and looks sexy!
Marada wipes off the gore from her weapon as she stands in the center of the carnage "I recently learned Dregoth’s Templars have been quashing all resistance groups using information gleaned from the group’s own members". " I was part of the same resistance cell the dead man at the well was. He was carrying notes and a map, which would have allowed me to successfully infiltrate the enemy compound, but he was ambushed in the back alley by our rivals and the package was pilfered by a elf. Because I attempted to rescue my captured comrades without the map and notes, I was unfortunately captured and was "question at length and measure". "They have taken everything from me, except this! she holds up Gregale which is polished and clean.
"I don't know who you guys are or what it is your doing here, but I am very glad to be out that chair!"
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