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Nyria had been content to stand back and let the others do the questioning, but she had listened to all that Yargos had to say and felt faintly disturbed at what they were to be facing.
Nyria noticed the signal as soon as Yargos looks up at it too. As he informs them of what it means, she reloads her crossbow. "Come on, it sounds as though we've not a moment to lose!"
"Perhaps a little compassion, Sevegny?" Nyria says after gathering up her discarded equipment. "As my rather abrasive colleague here mentioned, we're looking for Yargos as we hear that he might have some information that we seek," Nyria says with a compassionate tone, "Of course, we'll see to all of your wounds as well." Nyria gives Sevegny a pointed look.
Cursing her poor aim, Nyria nonetheless moves so that she has a clear path to the thug and then retrieves her dagger and throws it at her target. Actions: 5' step to the right, pull out dagger and throw it.
I'd mentioned that Nyria would keep 20' from her assailant while throwing the bomb, specifically because I wasn't aware of where the thug would finish up. ... seriously, how can one person be that bad at throwing stuff?
Smiling smugly as the thug she had fired her bolt at falls to the ground, Nyria drops her crossbow so that the strap causes it to fall by her side and retrieves a small vial from beneath her robes and shakes it vigorously. "Stand back," she yells to her fellow adventurers. Actions: Drops the crossbow, and arms one of her bombs for use. Her bomb will do 1d6+4 dmg on a direct hit, followed by 6 splash damage to all adjacent squares. However, it is a standard action to arm her bomb so she'll move and throw next round.
Nyria swore softly at such a display of insolence. In her mind, wisdom was to be venerated, not threatened with violence. Wordlessly, she levelled the crossbow that she had been carrying in her arms and aimed it at the nearest thug. Actions: Nyria is aiming at T1 (or T2 if T1 is dead).
To-Hit:
No move action this round, as she is waiting to see how the thugs disperse to see if she can use her bombs to good effect. At the moment, she risks hurting one of the prisoners given how they are bunched up.
Nyria listens to the others speak, but keeps her own counsel. She wondered in the back of her mind whether or not any of the others were aiding a secretive faction within the Pathfinders as well. She suspected Allara probably was, but the others seemed so straightforward that they might just be doing things to their own ends.
Nyria followed the group, rolling her eyes at what she took as false bravado from the Taldor noble. As they make their way out of the Grand Lodge, she performed a quick check of the equipment below her robes. Five vials contained a liquid catalyst that could be turned into bombs at short notice, as well as a mutagen that would affect her Constitution. Over her shoulder, there was a light crossbow and two quivers hung at her hips. Finally, a dagger swung in its scabbard at her thigh. For a noble, she was remarkably well-armed, but she wasn't about to let her new partners-in-arms become aware of that quite yet.
"That would be prudent. Mayhap we should acquire some common clothing first however? Though I am loathe to don such boring clothing, wearing simple peasant's robes over our clothing should mean we get less trouble; if the district is indeed a stomping ground for the lowlife, lets not give them more reason to hassle us- the last thing we need is the emnity of a local crime lord" "It might go the other way, however, and give us more trouble as the local gangs think there will be no consequences for attacking us. I do, however, think we should purchase some equipment now that we know where we are headed."
Nyria smiled at Janos as he told his story, before finally nodding as he finished. "Yes, this is a story that I have heard too," she said in Kelish, "However, the origins of my name are nowhere near as grand. I was born into nobility, but my father was not impressed by my choice of profession." Nyria swept open her robe to reveal several alchemical pieces of equipment. "Having chosen the twin sins of being a Pathfinder and an alchemist, he chose to banish me from our home. In doing so, I forsook my last name and took up the epithet of the Sandsworn," a tinge of sadness crept into her voice as she told of her history. "However, let us not dwell on the past, I'm sure that the Venture-Captain will be with us soon."
Nyria looked at her new companions with an appraising look. To Janos, she smiles and nods at his greeting, proferring her hand so that he might kiss it. "Auspicious greetings, Janos Audron," she replies in Kelish, "I am Nyria, the Sandsworn." As Dakkon enters, making a grand show of it, Nyria rolls her eyes. Typical grand-standing Taldor, she thinks to herself. A good example of why I left the nobility in the first place. She smiles at Wadi, introducing herself in the same manner as she had with Janos, albeit in Common. As Allara entered, Nyria observed her carefully. She hadn't expected another woman to be in the party, especially one so... statuesque. Lifting her hand lazily to her wrapped head, she flicked it down to reveal her delicately-tanned face, which was framed by her chocolate brown hair, which matched her chocolate brown eyes. She watched the exchange between Allara and Wadi with a little interest, wondering why Wadi had the confidence to speak to her so easily. As the clerk spoke, Nyria looked at her and smiled, mouthing a thank you.
Nyria pulled her robe tighter in, attempting to ignore the worst of the cold and the wet. She doubted she would ever get used to this weather, where water fell from the sky in abundance. Nevertheless, she hurried to the Grand Lodge at the summons of Venture-Captain Adril Hestram. From her first encounter with the Venture-Captain, she had marked him as a man not to cross and rumour certainly backed that opinion. Within her robes she had concealed a letter from the Sapphire Sage, which detailed some interesting facts about the upcoming mission; forewarned is to be forearmed, or so they said. She had performed small, off-the-book, tasks for the Society before which amounted to little more than being a glorified messenger, but she had known it would not be too long before she would be permitted to venture out on her own mission and she had suspected that her time was coming when the Venture-Captain had summoned her to his office the week prior. When the letter from the Sapphire Sage had arrived last night, Nyria had positively beamed in her small room at the fact that her chance was here. Shaking off the worst of the damp from her robes as she entered the Grand Lodge, she took a seat in the entrance hall and awaited her summons.
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