After an exhausting evening in the double wide coffin the vampiress slithers off her volunteer. Pleased with his performance she drops another felt pouch on his naked torso. "I was pleased. Have another token to remember me by."
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She sucks the sweet coppery nectar...eagerly. Feeling her power grow with each droplet, she decides to prolong her playful feast. She wiggles around a bit and shows the human her crimson chompers. "Round two..."
Desmond: Teasingly she drawing a bit more life before sitting up to undress for you. "Maybe just another taste in the morning before you go."
The vampiress takes your wrists and then sinks her teeth into the inviting vein.
The vampiress roughly pushes Desmond into her double wide coffin and she eagerly slithers on top of him. She smiles revealing her two long needle-like fangs.
[dice=Will]1d20+6 The drow vampiress slither over you once inside her crypt. There are several dire wolves curled up within, each sniffs the air the door opens. Martil's fingers playfully rake the side of Desmond's face, tearing a thin layer of skin away. "Get comfortable." Pushing on your chest.
The vampire leads you through the crypt door. Inside there is deem redish green glow form the lichen along with a deluxe double wide coffin filled with just the right amount of soil. There are plenty of leather straps and bands around the room.
"Purrrhhhhhhhhapppps you should leave that bundle with your friends." The seductive vampire coos in Desmond's ear as she wraps her lithe body against his side. She playfully nips at your ear lobe drawing a droplet of juicy blood which greedily nuzzles.
As you turn to walk away she drops a heft pouch into your palm.
"Do you mind leather...and...whips?" he sultry voice whispers in your ear.
"Ppppp.uuuuurrrrrfect." Her long nails runs over your cheek as she flicks her tongue over your earlobe. She nuzzles up. "don't worry about diamond dust....he knows little...I'll spot you the dust for my pleasure." She leads you away from your party towards one of the walls that looks remarkably like an entry to a mausoleum. "A night to remember." Cooing softly in your ear, "You don't have any tricksy surprises like holy symbols on your person do you?"
Desmond you are initially charmed with the idea of being paid by this lovely drow that is until you notice the fangs. You quickly shake off the seductive allure as you suddenly realize that she is a vampire.
"Yes, we talk...we mingle...we nibble...we play." She bats her long eyelashes.
Desmond as the group stops at the poisoners stall another drow approaches you and speaks in broken common. "10,000 in gems... taste of y'blood." She shows you her sharp fangs. A bat swarm over her head darkens the lighting. There's a lustful sparkle in her eye as she talks. "Small tasty," her voice entices.
"♫ ♪♫," she whistles the blues in her cell.
Holding up in my cell.
Still need to level up.
No opinion on either UC or mythic, I don't have either book.
Martil spends some time examining her manacles and cell. She is trying to determine if she can pick a lock or figure out an escape route. If she is left alone at any point she will drink a cure light wound potion that's tucked inside her clothing.
The drow slyly palms then hides a small holy symbol. I'm sure I'll need some holy assistance to slip out f this inconvenience.
"Excuse me..." pausing in her sentence till one of the guards looks at her, "...but is it possible to have these arrows removed?" Her eyes glance down at the dual arrows that pierced her skin. "And try not to twist they really do hurt." Using her best charming flirtatious tone that she can muster,
Batting her eyelashes, "Please...I came without a struggle even though I'm wrongly accused."
Martil will go along without resistance, she looks at the manacles with great interest.
Martil is not going to jeopardize the mission, so she will go along peacefully for the time being.
She grunts as two bolts pierce her flesh.
Concentration checks:
Martil will cast defensively and let a sound burst loose that encompasses a 10 foot radius of her.
Plus fort save of DC 16, or be stunned for one round. Save negates the stunned condition. She will then move at half speed towards the chest,
The mist is there and she is located here, So Raggar is at least a move away.
"What's wrong boys?"
I'm back from vacation.
Martil is between the designated escape sewer drain and raggar/whirlrun prepping the escape.
I'm on vacation, so my posting is limited.
Martil waits for the nod then she casts obscuring mist to shield Whirrun and the others exist.
RD 4: Martil Martil continues towards the chest and the area of escape. She will hold her current std action until she sees one of the crew touch the chest. When that happens she will casts obscuring mist for their getaway. Come on make that treasure vanish with the gem and lets get going. Good job boys with that fight, now lets make sure no guards get close until Natalia touches it with the gem.
RD 3: Martil Martil continues moving quickly towards the chest. She looks over the crowd; she is yelling and causing a ruckus. She will hold off casting her next spell, either darkness or obscuring mist, until she gets some feedback.
RD 2: Martil Martil outlines another spectator with Faerie Fire and begins to yell additional about being attacked. She presses forward closer to the chest.
Since the chest is a good 100 yards away, Martil will stick to the plan and let Whirrun get closer to the chest. She will begin the first diversion by casting dancing lights at her maximum distance 130 feet away. She focuses the four wispy lights around the largest man in the vicinity, hoping to draw attention to him. She then quickly moves 30 feet closer to the goal.
Martil's initiative if needed:
Seems Shula hasn't checked in.
Martil takes up her position in the sewer. Eyeing those with her attempting to gauge their composure. "You know every plan has a hiccup," she murmurs. "Let's hope Rupert disappearing was ours."
Here.
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