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Oh My, My old friends Nazz and Darya! Do I dare ?!!
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Siff beams at the approval of her ingenuity, happily tucking the secret word into her tunic for safe keeping. She was tentatively holding a scanalously sheer dress up to herself, when Iradyiel's shout of alarm brought the group out to assist. Running out with the others, lagging behind as she'd forgotten to drop the dress and it tangled with her legs. Hopping out of the boudoir, she looked up just in time to see Darya's feat of battle prowess, blade and warrior shining bright. "So beautiful...." she utters , unaware she did so out loud.
Siff pokes about through the opulent accessories, but her interest is piqued when Iradyiel finds the letter. Eyes wide, she waits for the others to have a chance to read it then takes it to the nearby mirrored dresser. Rummaging around, she finds a stick of makeup and turning the letter over, commences to write down the cypher-ed true name of the Succubus. Tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth, her concentration on getting the letters just right was so intense, she completely missed the interplay between Nazz and Darya. Finally satisfied, she straightens and shows her handiwork to the others, "Now, we don't have to rely on my horrible memory."
Sighing, Darya flashes Siff a look as if to say "I tried" before turning towards the room. "Iradyael, you ok in there?" she says preparing to charge in. Siff flashes a smile back at Darya, as if to say "I know, thank you then watches Nazz and Shear Khan cut down the treacherous cultist. With a shrug, she joins Darya in inquiring how fares Iradyiel, ultimately following the others down the hole. Stepping into the opulent pleasure room, she blushes a bit thinking what might have gone on here, fingering one of the satins sheets between finger and thumb.
When Darya opts for the more merciful option, Siff has to restrain the wide smile that threatens to spread across her face. She also has to prevent herself from hugging the fierce Paladin, that might disrupt the image she was trying to project. Happy and excited about the prospect of hidden treasure, she leans over the hole , tying to catch a glimpse of what Iradyiel was doing.
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Nazz offers the Sorcereress a soft smile before responding. ** spoiler omitted ** Siff blinks at Nazz for a moment before realizing her meaning , or at least she thinks she does. Blushing prettily, Siff swallows hard, then nods, smiling weakly. Trying to change the subject, she leans over the hole, "Who is Ira talking to ?"
Siff looks up in surprise that her thoughts had been so transparent. Embarrassed that she'd thought so uncharitably about her friend, she smiles at Nazz and Darya's heaven-sent words. Celestial:
"I know that, you....your...both of you, your regard for me is more than I could expect, but my thoughts sometime follow the path of my curse. I wish it were otherwise." As she utters the pure tones of the celestial tongue, Siff can't help but wish her curse had been borne of that realm. Siff holds Nazz and Darya's hands for a moment after she had spoken, giving a light squeeze, before joining Darya in watching Ira descend. So brave...or foolhardy she thinks to herself.
Siff's shoulders inch up towars her ears at each muffled gasp from one of the cultists. She watches them shuffle off into the dark, a look of pity and....disgust? on her face. She reaches up and clasps Nazz own hand there, squeezing hard to convey her thanks, but continues to watch the maimed cultists disappear in to the darkness. At the revelation of the refuse pit, she wrinkles her nose and agrees , "Any missing trinkets in there are not worth it." She starts little at Nazz's comment, thinking Would you cauterize me, Nazz, if I grew to love my curse too much?"
Siff purses her mouth and the tatoos that fram her face flare , then fade to normalcy. With a sigh, she nods to Darya then Bruno, then crosses her arms about her chest and hugs herself, turning away. They talk of choice....death or maiming...is that the choice I have before me, with this darkness inside
Siff seems to relax as Nazz embraces her, but her shoulders begin to shake as the shock of what had happened and what could have taken to her really sets in. She doesn't really realize what the others were talking about until Bruno postitions one of the cultist's hands for her punishment. Taking a deep breath, she walks over, placing a hand on Darya's shoulder, she calls out the dwarf , "Hold, Bruno!" She steps in front of Darya, hands on her shoulders and looks the holy warriors square in the eyes, "We cannot do this, Darya. I know your god demands vengeance, but these poor souls are merely pawns. Look, both of us, despite our hatred for the demons ,fell easily under the sway of that vile creature. Would you suggest I would have deserved the same fate had I not had the willpower to resist her wiles at the end?" Siff's face clearly shows the anguish she feels, at succumbing to Kiranda's charm , that part of her actually wanted to go with the demon, learn the true power she had within, hating herself for desiring that for even a moment.
"... Siff... are you still with us?" Nazz asks with some trepidation. "Uh....yes, I think so." Siff says, shaking her head, looking sideways at the still naked Darya, "I couldn't help myself, she was so beautiful..." Her eyes then widen as she remembers the demoness's last words, "If I hadn't resisted at the end....where would I be?" She then lets out a deep breath, "Well, glad I'm still here..."
'Tis the 3rd girl for me :D Appreciate the wishes...and the SQUEEEEEEEEEE! :)
Siff hears Iradyiel's comment as if in a dream, Hmmmm, it would be wonderful to know such an initmate thing about my new friend, it would draw us closer, closer... As she thought, her feet drew her ever closer to the demoness, her friend was suddenly right in front of her ,in all of her beauty. Her gaze drawn to the ruby ring on Kiranda's hand as the beautiful demon caressed the gleaming jewel, her thought from before caused her eyes to flicker
In that moment of willfulness, some of Siff's self-possession came back, allowing her to step back and meet the demoness' imperious gaze, "I.... don't think... I can...." she says flatly, her mind still cloudy, uncertain. Momentarily blinded by the succubus' departure, Siff still sees the pattern of Kiranda's tatoos in her mind, spelling something in Abyssal..
My apologies guys, been pre-oocupied the last few days with the arrival of my newest baby girl. Should have checked in tho....
Siff hears the succubus' words and shakes her head, but her feet were already moving her forward. At first hesitant, her strides became more purposeful, her hips swaying become more pronounced, her tattoos pulsing. "She sounds so kind, she'll free me from my doubts, unleash my power....so beautiful...mmmmmm.... She pauses a moment as Nazz steps into her path, then she merely changes course, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder as she passes "Come Nazz, she'll help us....LOVE US...
Round 2 A succubus....I think....not good, not good at all.. For some reason tears well in her eyes at the Succubus' cruel words, but then Siff stares incredulously as Darya begins to remove her armor, revealing the near perfect form beneath. She catches herself holding her breath, waiting for more to be revealed before the other's comments brings her back to the present. More furious than before at the embarrassment caused to her friend, Siff once again calls upon her hated powers, hoping her hatred will empower them enough to harm the hated demoness. Her tattoos pulse with a dark red light as she directs all of her hate and insecurity against their foe...
Round 1 Siff mouth gapes as the 'woman', Kiranda , is revealed. So beautiful, but so bad, evil.... she thinks, Is that what I'll become if I give in to these powers completely? then she glances at Nazz, frowing at her friend's reaction. What is this thing, that it affects her so?
Still frowning, Siff decides that it's irrelevant what it is, the cultists hide behind it and it's made her friend....not herself. Her anger growing, a growl of rage bubbling out of her mouth, her hair turning black and purple in an instant, her hands claws, nails elongated and razor sharp. With a shout, Siff hand shoots towards the 'woman', the now familiar orbs of chaos and anger flashing across the intervening space in an instant....
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"I think I might just do that, Ira." Siff responds, allowing the half-elf to gallantly offer his protection.
A little bit glad that the cultists had woken, Siff snaps a shot off at one of the fleeing enemy...
Siff follows along, smilng at Nazz and Darya's good natured banter, but can't bring herself to join in at the mention of family. Still she has the presense of mind to stay alert...
Siff watches intently as Iradyiel finds then handily deactivates the clever alarm. His skill...I'd never had thought to do that, where did he learn such things...hmm, perhaps that's a question I shouldn't ask.. As the others pounce upon the surprised guards, Siff peeks around Darya's flame colored tresses, trying to keep track of what was happening. Seeing Nazz's thumbs up, she smiles that no-one was hurt.
Griswald: *Gulp*. Well, little lady. For you I make a special deal. 1350 gold pieces. But Ifn I give much more than that for this stuff I be thinking I won't turn a profit. Now you can unnerstand a mongrel man's need ta eat, cancha? Siff smiles and inclines her head at Griswald's wisdom, "I certainly do." she says, then straightens as her stomach emits a loud rumble, "It would seem I've neglected that myself." she says, patting her belly, chuckling at the coincidence. She then stands at the counter, watching Iradyiel complete his purchase and sale of their unwanted items, very pleased with herself.
Siff looks up from examining a particularily sharp looking dagger at Iradyiel's question. Carefully placing the weapon back where it was displayed, she walks over and leans against the counter, "I think they're worth a bit more than that, don't you think?" she says smiling brilliantly at the merchant
Siff putters about the shop, picking up this and that, not terribly interested in the commerce going on at the counter. She stops and watches as Iradyiel counters the merchant's first offer, Hmm, he seems to know what he's doing. i guess he'll be our official coin counter. she smiles at the image in her head, of the rogue sitting in a darkened room, at a table piled with neat stacks of coins, sorting and counting.
Siff walks with the others towards the shop, her mind spinning. I've never fancied women...so why do these two affect me so? Is it their attention I crave, friendship....more? Hah! You're a fool, Siff. They say nice things and are good comrades but...more? "Pfft!" Siff utters before realizing she'd done so out loud. Cheeks red, she trudges along, sneaking glances a both Darya and Nazz, before Iradyiel speaks. Now that's who I should be interested in. He's very charming and dashing...but...there's nothing. I like him greatly, but there's no spark...What's that he's saying? "Healing is a good idea, Ira. And I have no issue with using the surplus treasure to fund magic we can all profit by." she says to Iradyiel with a smile.
Siff looks from Darya to Nazz and back, a tightness around her eyes disappearing, nodding, "OK, I'm glad. Thank you, both, I never expected to find such friends." she says, looking both ladies in the eye, hopeful but still not sure.
Siff thinks on what she learned about the items they found, "The wand will create a magical weapon, the potion will make its drinker invisible. At Iradyiel's urging, she examines the chain shirt...
Sif starts a bit as Nazz's hand touches her shoulder, looking sideway at the beautiful warrior. She tucks a lock of blue hair behind her ear, "No, no, nothing's bothering me....just tired, is all" she says, smiling weakly. "Please, don't press, Nazz....please... She sees the transfer of the book from Iradyiel, and tries to change the subject , "I'll take a look..."
Siff asks, "Someone mentioned another town like yours, do you think the cultists took it over?" She then asks where the Chief and Aravashniel were.
Siff looks up from her contemplation of the pink potion, directly into Darya's intense gaze. "Uh...erm....yeah, yeah....I'm OK." she stammers under the Paladin's forthright attention. She quickly hunched back over the potion...
Siff watches the exchange between Darya and Nazz, confused that she was feeling jealous....of whom? Darya , Nazz? Both ? Shaking her head, she holds out her hand at Iradyiel, "Let me see the wand."
Seeing the armful of equipment, Siff says "When we have a moment I'll look at those, Iradyiel." Peeking over Darya's shoulder, "These names mean nothing to me...except Drezen...I think. How deep does this treachery go?"
Stunned into inaction by the Traitor's claims, Siff watches as she is taken down by her friend's savage attacks. She absently notes with satisfaction that the summoned creature's departure is not without pain. When Lanny shouts, she rushes to him "what of the Chief. ..the old man? " She asks -Posted with Wayfinder
Round 4 Siff watches intently as the demon materializes, looking back at the woman who had willed it from it's far away home to fight for her here. "I can do that....not yet...but I can feel it... Eyes narrowed, Siff smiles as Nazz puts herself between the elemental and Siff, "Careful you don't get that nice long hair singed!" Turning her attention to the summoner, Siff gathers up her fear and anger, her incantation a growl of desperate agony...
Round 4 Siff steps off of the skiff and stands on the wet sand, gazing out at the small battlefield before her, eyes narrowed. Sizing up the possibilities, she instictively holds her hand out, palm up, fingers claw like upwards, slowly turning black from finger tip down. Her arcane mutterings were interspersed with gagging sounds and the occasional wretch, but her focus remains constant. Whatever she was enduring began to alter the ground under two of the enemy combatants, their footing becoming more and more uncertain...
Siff takes the wand from Nazz , then settles next to Iradyiel at the bow, bringing her crossbow up to her shoulder.... -Posted with Wayfinder
Round 2 Siff blinks rapidly as the cascade of brilliant light washes over herself and the others. With a shake of her head she resists the urge to lie down and sleep. She see's however that Darya wasn't so fortunate. Bracing for the impact of boat on boat, she lurches forward when they hit. [i]"Hmm, this one's a bit of a threat...another fallen Crusader? What hope have I....?"[/b] Biting her lip, Siff points her arm at the horned elf and unleashes her pain and fear....
Surprise Round Crouching down, Siff mutters and curses as she brings the dark magic from deep within her, reaching out to the shadow of the person on the other vessel...
Round 1 Seeing the flames grow in the village on shore, Siff decides to harbour her mystical energies and raises her crossbow...
Siff waves off the offering of the dragon delicacies, her lips set in a firm line, staving off the heaves that cramp her stomach. Arriving at the shoreline and the apparant assault on the peaceful hamlet on the island, her brow furrows and the ends of her hair begin to blacken... She watches Iradyiel swim out to the boat with trepidation, releasing the breath she'd help when she began to row back. Sitting in the boat with the others, she hears the whisper from the traitor in the other boat "An axe would work..." Siff offers quietly...
"... no. We'll do so once we're back in town." she says before moving over to Siff. "Um, again, sorry. Are you gonna be alright?" she asks in a low voice, genuine rather than patronizing. . Siff blows some air out, "Yes, thanks for asking" She says with a sheepish smile,"Those things are revolting enough...but when you squashed one...if you'd had boots on, it wouldn't have been so bad..." What she doesn't reveal is that some times her powers literally make her skin crawl, as if the same maggots were burrowing through her own flesh. Her eyes had drawn inward for a moment, then her brow cleared "It would be wonderful if we could help the old man..." -Posted with Wayfinder
Siff follows the others and watches from the doorway as the chaos bugs were expelled from the poor man's body. As they fell to the floor, the sight and sound caused Siff to wretch a little, clamping a hand over her mouth to mask the sound. However, when Nazz began to squish the maggots under her bare feet... Siff gasped aloud and the bent over outside the door, dry heaving. After a few moments she'd recovered, and returned to the door, studiously keeping her eyes off of the floor and Nazz's feet.
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Siff takes a deep breath and nods, lifting her own hand to squeeze Nazz's tight, before corraling a stray strand of blue hair and tucking in behind her ear. Smiling at Nazz, she gives the woman's hand another squeeze of thanks then turns as the other's attention goes to the wounded priestess. "Darya speaks true. He was infected by the eggs of a horrible fly. Hopefully you can help him." Siff says quietly, unconsiously intimidated by the priestess.
Siff watches , amazed , as her friends pounce upon the dragon and summarily dispatch it. Walking up , she distractedly takes the gem Nazz offered, looking down upon it laying in her palm. She looks from the gem to the dragon's carcass, "How can something so beautiful, be so terrible....evil?" she asks quietly, to no one in particular, Nazz's comment on her own beauty ringing around in her head.
To Nazz's questions, Siff absently glances around the temple, "Uh, yeah, the temple's pretty too..." She's about to ask Nazz why Bruno was talking so much, when things get interesting. Holding a hand up to her face against the heat of the column bursting from the dragons' mouth. A fist of blackened sking clenched at her side, a series of abyssal and arcane syllables croaks from her lips, her eyes narrowed, the fist flashes forward, unleashing orbs of concentrated chaos...
Indeed. Go get'em Adria!!!
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