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"Damn!" Natasha gasps in surprise. For a moment she is torn: aid Basil and Gideon, or deal with the goblins in front of her? Being shot makes the decision, and she advances on the cases, readying her strongest spell.
Natasha Incants several words, then attempts to cross the plank to aid her allies.
Acrobatics:
Natasha waits until Gideon has crossed and tosses her the rope.
"Well, I wasn't at the time we last met, and neither were you," she chuckles. "Back then I was just learning to hone my gifts on the young and eager of Magnimar's wealthy. My family have assisted the Pathfinders in the past, though, and my own talents were sufficient for Lady Heidmarch to sponsor me. Aye, this has the look of a defended place. Be careful Lady Alleria."
"Very observant, Sir Basil," a Varisian woman in bright, flowing clothing and rich dark hair steps into view of the rest of the party. "Although I was not trying to escape your notice, merely that of other denizens of this quarter." She glances at the other two, and smiles. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance again, Gideon Derexhi, I'm glad to see you have recovered from when I last saw you, you were quite indisposed and your family's servants were most distraught to see you that way. And you must be his inestimable sister, Alleria, of whom I heard so much," she makes polite courtesy to the three well-born adventurers. "I'm Natasha Musashti, a Pathfinder like yourselves. I apologise for my late arrival, my ship from Absolom was delayed by a stormy passage. Sheila Heidmarch asked me to seek you out at once seeing that one of your number has already departed, and this I have done."
I've been too long from Magnimar, Natasha thought to herself. I used to know this city like the back of my hand, not have to think about every street corner. She paused: there in the distance, the building from her vision of Sir Basil. She smiled, and made her way toward it, keeping to the shadows of Underbridge to avoid notice. Stealth:
Several hours before... In the quiet of the Heidmarch Manor, Natasha Nusashti leaves the study of the Venture Captain in consternation. The wizard Yara and the dwarf Andavar have been reassigned, after some scuffle in the docks. Natasha was landed with the task of joining the team, although Sheila Heidmarch knew only they were somewhere searching out a Sczarni woman called Natalya...well, she was a seer. Calmly she seated herself in the manor house and cleared her thoughts as she shuffled her cards. Without consciously wishing to she flipped out four cards, then a fifth, asking herself where the people she sought were, and who they were... The Paladin, a card of strength: Well, Shiela said they were led by a Knight of Abadar called named Basil de Firmer. It would seem that he was a man true and faithful, which was a relief to know. You never quite be working with...unbidden she saw the man, heavily armoured and calmly facing a group of armed men in the Underbridge district. The Rabbit Prince, a key card: If there was a card further from the The Paladin she had expected among any group, this was it. In that moment she saw her, an agile woman dancing with a lethal weapon, facing her foes and striking them down before she could be touched. "Strange fellows," Natasha whispered. "A solid knight and a devil-may-care bravo. Where are you, though? And who binds you together." She flipped over the next card. The Theatre, a card of crowns: the sight struck Natasha as hard as it did the first time, the beautiful man struck blind by the gods, his fate foretold by Natasha herself. "Him..." Natasha whispered. "So it was no coincidence I met you before," she murmured. "Prophesy, yet sometimes just a fraction too late. But is it my fate to be bound to you all?" She turned the penultimate card. The Wanderer, the book: no surprise, her own card appeared here. "So I must join you," she murmured softly. "Now show me where..." The Demon Lantern....again a card of keys. "I know where you are," she whispered. Taking her cards she called Butterfly to her. "Little friend, I need the spells for traversing dangers as easily as you do in the city, and...I think I had best be able to unleash fire on my enemies. I think this could be dangerous, and I am no warrior," Natasha sighed. If cats could shrug, Butterfly would have shrugged, meeting her gaze and explaining how to do what she wished. Then she left, seeking out three people already touched by fate...
...will this lady do? |