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"Escape!?," she laughs, "When we're finished, there won't be anything to escape from!"
Fearlessly stepping out into the open, her gaze sweeps over her victims as she begins weaving her enchantments. "Be still, children, and maybe your end will come swiftly."
"I think our business here is concluded...shall be press on to the outside?"
A quiet, nearly inaudible giggle caught her lips before she hastily squelched it. It had just occurred to her that she had never actually been in a physical fight before. "If it were only as easy as 'throwing power!' It's a different kind of fight, dear Bognus. One hopefully given your current condition you'll never have to understand. But..." she continues, eyeing the Dwarf's muscular figure, "...there are some merits watching you put that form of yours to use."
Not relishing much on the sentiment, she turns back to Bognus. "I think our business in the keep has concluded. Thomas said some honorable magician or another lives in the back tower. We've denied your wanton slaughter of sleeping guards, will popping the head off a Mitran mage make you feel better?"
With a few arcane words, the young woman vanishes from sight and follows her thrall into the barracks to enjoy the spectacle. Once the soldiers are slain, she takes a moment to search the room for anything of value, especially magical in nature. When satisfied with the yield of her search, she will march Thomas back to his quarters, and dispel her invisibility before addressing the group. "I know what he is", she muses as her eyes run over Karactus. "And he has a point, it is by Mitra's will we were enslaved, him more than any of us. The gods meddle in our affairs far too much, and it's time to make them falter as us mortals do. Anything to tarnish her name and reputation, I am for. Any effort to denigrate and humiliate these plebs that dared lay their hands on me, I will assist in. Let the Knights of Alerion come, so I may watch them kill their closest friends and most trusted allies. No cruelty would suffice for them." Turning her attention to Thomas, she issues another command. "Upstairs there is a guard waiting for me, find him and kill him. Leave your weapons here, I want you to do it with your bare hands."
Beaming a smile back at the Sarge, Nuandis chimes in, "Don't forget to check in with Bognus! I think he might have a weapon to take with you!"
"I don't think Bognus is amused.", Nuandis pouted. "I promise I'll leave the boys in the Barracks for you to smash around!" she says, flashing a smile back at Bognus. She orders the Sarge to cover up with a sheet as she starts picking up pieces of the armor, helping Karactus into it.
Bognus won't want that belt, he has one for grappling :) The stone should go to either Bognus or Ulmah, who has the lowest saves of all of us. I'd also add that it's unlikely Bognus will be mind controlled. It'd take either a mesmerist a thranododothingy spell, and even then, Nuandis could mind control him back! As for Seth, I'm equally ok with dispelling the illusion or having someone else take over the character.
Sighing at the limitations of her magic, Nuandis step up to the Sarge and begins to help him out of his armor. "It's not that he wants your belongings, I just want to see you naked...." she boldly lies. Or does she?
Nuandis pouts apologetically at Bognus, feeling slightly guilty for spoiling his fun. Turning her attention to the Sargeant, she coldly commands.. "My friends have questions for you, answer them accordingly"
Stepping in through the door, Nuandis quickly rushes to a far corner of the room to be as removed from the violence as possible. Catching sight of Bognus, his muscle laden figure, and the experienced Sergeant wrestling about almost caught her attention enough that she forgot what her intent was in the first place.... ....almost.
"Would be an easier task making our way around with some authority backing us! I like it."
"Like soap...." Nuandis sighed longing; even her cleaning spells couldn't pull the stench off her. "Is there a plan, or shall we just kick in the door and end him?"
Not having an eternity to live, Nuandis made it a principle to indulge in the 'gratification of the moment.' Looking over the corpses and the bite marks so lovingly left by Bognus, she mutters "If he gets to eat so do I!" Using a cantrip to cool the pot of stew, she finds the nearest utensil and plunges in while Karactus is busy looting.
"But maybe first they can make me some... Raising her finger to protest, Nuandis stares blankly as the kitchen staff are slaughtered. ...dinner" "Looks like stew it is!" she says carelessly, as she skips into the room to look into the pot.
Taking her 'friend' in-hand, Nuandis guides him to one of the standing tables and sits him down. She places her arm flat against the wood, sweeping everything from the top before finding anything he can draw or make shapes with on the adjacent table (even food). "Could you at least draw a map of the place we're inside now? You don't want me to get lost, do you?"
"Do we really need all of that? I'm enjoying not knowing who we're going to kill in the next room!" She verbally protests in the middle of doing as asked, playfully calling for her new friend from the bottom of the stairwell. Once descended, she leans her hands against his shoulders, smiling up at him as if she were family. "My friends and I just love your little prison here, but we're so curious to know more..."
Karactus's display only served to excite Nuandis more. She contemplated if magical fear would override her magical commands, but was determined to enjoy the show without too much interaction.
Action: Nuandis will wait to see if any allies are affected by Karactus. If so, she will use touch treatment to remove the shaken. If not, she will cast Toppling Magic Missile on the five outermost guards.
The young woman sighs in disappointment, she gave him one simple task and he couldn't even carry it out. Worthless guard. "Oh, company! Since you're making yourself useful there..." Fingertips trickle down Karactus's shoulder, causing his figure to shift and distort.
Not enjoying the idea of having a sword through her gut, Nuandis decided it would be in everyone's best interest if the guard that made it to her would go play with Karactus instead.
Nuandis finds herself biting her lip again; for as often as she did it, it should be disfigured by now. The excitement of the bloodshed suffused her with elation and ecstasy. There were so many of them, and she wanted immensely to own them all, force their weapons from their hands.... But, if there was only one thing in the world Nuandis enjoyed sharing with those she thought worthy, it was pleasure. Her new companions appeared satisfied with their savagery: she perished the thought of being in any danger. However, she couldn't resist the urge to play, if not just a little. Tilting her head down and gazing up at the guard nearest her with sultry, lustful eyes, she outstretched her hands as if begging...
That seems right. I had a PM from Freeman looking for me, sorry it's taken so long to post. My weekend was just painfully busy. Just to touch up on a few things. Nuandis isn't offended by Bognus wanting to move past her but she likes the idea of having a warrior at her back as well. In the particular case, she's not even remotely afraid of these guards and wants to get as close to the bloodshed as possible (See! I'm committing to the 'sadist' thing!) I completely adore the Bognus rewrite and think the idea of us having a good deal of notoriety makes sense. Though Nuandis is more like a movie star than a villain at this point. It's like finding out Emma Watson enjoys killing people in her free time. This is the first time in her life she gets to be "Her" without working under the guise of a slave lord underground.
Returning the vampires sign with a mirthful smile, Nuandis put her palm against his chest, keeping him trailing her as she creeps behind Karactus into the room, ready to enjoy the carnage.
Nuandis creeps a few feet behind Seth and Karactus, silently augmenting her form with magic.
I'd need to retcon hat post then :) Or maybe Bognus just has one of those faces :)
Anyone with local or nobility would probably know Nuandis. Her capture would have been something akin to Santa Claus getting caught being a serial killer. Talingarde must have wept knowing one of their beloved celebrities was so nefarious beneath their noses. As for her approach with Karactus, she sees the real Karacus as just that, a fairy tale. The reality of it will inevitably settle in.
Nuandis eyes Bognus curiously, she could swear she'd seen him in her shop before, but he must have looked much less ghastly then. Refocusing on their present circumstances, she turns back to Karactus to reply, "I like the second option, at least then we can fake our own demises and have less attention drawn to us."
"These are from...my shop?" Nuandis's smile brightens, a relic of her ruined former life was uplifting. Adjusting her new gear, she turns to Karactus. "You said a list? You were sent here for us? I'm curious who would go through the trouble."
Nuandis peeks from behind Karactus and wrinkles her nose, looking at her new undead companions with a mild level of disapprobation. "But they usually smell so much better alive." "I'm Nuandis, I didn't really do anything wrong. I was clearing the streets of Daveryn of the filthy beggars and selling them off to people who could actually make use of the peasants. And this is..." she pauses, looking to her new guard-friend. "Oh never mind sweetheart, your name isn't important. Come here and draw me a map of this place pretty please? Make sure to put a big "X" in the room with the one called Bognus!"
Grinning in twisted satisfaction at the death of her opponent, Nuandis diverts her attention to the guard directly in front of Karactus, releasing him from her current enchantment in confidence he will succumb to her next. There was something different about the way she addressed the guard, the cruelty and vindictiveness in her voice melted away to sweet, high effeminate tone. "Won't you please unbind our new friend?" she asked politely as her eyes shifted to Ulmah.
Great! I've been itching to take this. Nightmare: The target of the hypnotic stare rolls twice on all Will saves versus fear, taking the lower result. Will you allow variant multiclassing?
Satisfied that Karactus and Seth will make quick work of the helpless fools in front of them, Nuandis shifts her gaze to the coward attempting to flee the battlefield. "Where has your faith gotten you? Forget Mitra, you belong to me now!"
Seeing the guards converge upon Karactus and him being the only thing standing between herself and them, Nuandis decided they had come as far as they would in this lifetime. "Be still, insolent children! I want to have a clear look while my friend cuts you open."
It's back up Mr.Freeman. And... creepy sadist? /cry
Closing the distance between her and Karactus, she peers from over his shoulder, barely being able to do so even though a step above him. Turning her gaze to one of the two crossbow-armed guards in the rear, she furrows her brow in disappointment. "This is all your fault," she muses. "This escape and the death of your friends. Why not just join them??"
[b]"A bargain I'm not looking to make, but it looks like an exception can be made this time. You seem to operating with more information than I have, so I'll follow your lead until we're out of here...then we'll talk."[b] Nuandis takes a moment, reciting a few incantations in her head to clear her of the filth clinging to her rags. She remains a few feet behind Karactus, making sure not to step in any blood from the trail of dead guards.
GM::Karactus: Remaining behind Karactus, she levitated just enough to peer over his shoulder, smiling wickedly as the first guard met his fate. Though her hand has never dealt a mortal blow, she always took deep satisfaction watching another have their life taken.
"The Gods never paid me much mind, I just learned to take what I wanted. But if this is what praying is like..." Keeping her gaze on the standing guard previously carrying her, she playfully extends her hand to him, curling her finger in motion for him to approach.
Karactus::GM: There it was, that old familiar feeling: Power Slithering from the grip of the guard who so foolishly carried her out of the chamber, she found her footing and leisurely turned about, examining her surroundings and her new toys. Her teeth gnashed and grated against her bottom lip, her hand traversed upwards, meeting her chin, then slender digits sliding down her own framework, scratching over the rough fibers of her shirt all the way down to her stomach. Her sudden change in circumstances was titillating...even arousing. One tiny footstep was followed by another and then, without a word, both parted from the ground, leaving her floating towards the oddity before her. Barely over five feet tall, she maintained a low hover; flying higher and disrupting her normal perspective always did bother her. Long white hair, littered with black streaks cascaded over her shoulders, coming parallel with the top of her bosom. She was lithe, agile, and perky; easily mistaken for a teenager. Gazing up at the guard clearly not a guard with her unworldly, curious emerald eyes, she extended her hand to his shoulder, circling him as her fingertips traced his figure. Leaning in against his neck, she inhaled deeply, wondering what fear might smell like. "Providence you say?" she retorted with a coy smile, "Sent by the Gods? Then what now if I pray you slaughter these men who dare lay hands upon me?"
GM: Nuandis opens her eyes and starts forming a mental image of statues. All within her head, these tall, stout, stern, marble-kissed creations slowly shape into the form of the guards near her, turning her gaze on the man carrying her as she completes her mental ritual.
Nuandis continues to feign unconsciousness, letting her arms and legs sit limp over the guard arms. At least she didn't have to walk around anymore... She does attempt to peek around after being taken out of the room, though.
Smoothing over whatever tattered rags they left her in, Nuandis slowly lays down on the floor and places her forearm flat against the cold stone, alleviating the sting of her new brand. An opportune moment...., she thought. ...why wait for one...when I can make my own. Closing her eyes, she thought of Daveryn. The sun rising over the sea and setting over the mountains, the cool ocean breeze that swept through the streets, and the sound of the tides crashing against the cliffs on the east wall. She thought about how, when she escaped, she'd be the only one left alive to enjoy those things. Death here was not an option, there was work to be done. Taking a long deep breath, she finally collects herself. Rolling over on her side, she begins to violently shake and convulse her body, feigning a seizure and even going so far as to smash her mask on the stone floor.
I live to serve, milady. See? No spells needed. I asked the GM about the spoilers earlier. He said he didn't care and only left his posts in spoilers to better organize it for us.
Deep, ragged breaths subside, leading to a guise of calmness. Nuandis was still terrified; fear was an emotion she was not accustomed to dealing with. Collecting herself enough to speak, she mumbles, "Right moment? Is that after they've cut my head off?, though probably inaudibly because of the mask.
First, the labored breathing. Calm down..., she told herself, letting her fingertips slide up the slides of the device latched around her neck, getting a rough idea of the outline and desperately searching for whatever locks it shut. Next comes the panic. Even if I found out the way they secured it...I could never break it off.... He hands slip as best as they could beneath the edges of the mask, pulling and tugging with all her might, but to no avail. Finally....screams of terror. Can anyone even hear me! I can't die here!. What had she done to deserve this fate? The slaves? They weren't even human, they were leeches of society. Her service was a victimless crime as far as she was concerned. The lithe, pale skinned young woman settled herself on the cold stone floor, calming herself down enough to muffle her screams, and silently wept.
Great theorycrafting. It's nice to know Bognus will be able to effectively distract my enemies until I can convince them to kill themselves. :)
Huh? What'd I do?I think the GM was just referring to you being a high-level Mesmerist, meaning you can make any of us do pretty much whatever you want. :) Crap, there goes my ability to act innocent.
Huh? What'd I do? Happy Easter as well. I had a death in the family today, so I won't be around a whole lot until next Sundays. Doomed Hero's idea of him starting alone is sounding ever better to me.
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