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Tahltria lets out something that sounds like she is choking but you realize she is laughing "If..they..come..to..kill..us..then..we..should..give..them..the..op..por.. tun..ity..to..see..their..err..or." Tahltria unsheathes Dirgesinger as she races to the closest ruffian and the room echoes its eerie song. Using the momentum of her speed she cuts upward from the man's stomach to his neck.
"No..the..let..ter..from..the..gnome's..house...Where..is..it?..The..words. .on..it..speak..the..word." Tahltria looks to Farlen or Althera her eyes confident that one of these two has the letter or remembers the last words the gnome wrote. Even still she looks at the area close to the nameplate suspicious of a hidden opening.
Hi all just wanted to make sure you are all aware that I'm not trying to sabotage the game. I play Tahltria as more of an impulsive and impatient elf. She favours when things happen the way she expects them to go and is quite comfortable letting her emotions take over when what she was expecting goes a different way. Just wanted you to keep that in mind in case you are shaking your head at the possibilities of her knocking out the priest.
When Tahltria hears Althera mention that they all are willing to donate she wonders just how greedy this priest is going to be. The formalities to get in were beginning to annoy her. Looking around definitely subduing this priest was slowly growing to be a very realistic option. The others wouldn't look favourably on her doing so still if it worked in their favour maybe they would overlook it.
Tahltria listens as the conversation starts. She was hopeful that Althera would be successful with convincing the priest to let them in. She doubted breaking in to this place would be looked on favourably by higher officials of the Society. Still if they solved this puzzle this trangression might be overlooked.
Easily killing the first beetle Tahltria keeps moving watching on as Akter tears into the couch with his blade. She curses seeing that there is no easy route to get to the beetle. With Dirgesinger in one hand she draws a dagger as comes around the couch and throws hoping it will be enough to pierce the hard exoskeleton of the beetle.
Tahltria grimaces as the beetle's mandibles dig into her arm. Pressed back to back with Akter she watches on as the human engages with two beetles. Seeing that the rest of the group is safely outside she spins her body slashing with Dirgesinger at the last moment as she opens up room for another to move in.
Tahltria looks as everyone moves about trying to determine if the house had been abandoned. When she sees Farlen trying to communicate to someone or some people through the window relaxes a little bit. Maybe this time she wouldn't need to stick her boot through the door. She thought that unlikely but just in case she started walking towards the door.
Tahltria reacts too slow to dodge all the webbing that spews out of the spider's abdomen but she instinctively turns her body enough so that the webbing does not completely immobilize her. Stepping towards the spider she draws Dirgesinger and all through the tunnel the hollow mournful sound cries forth. Thinking nothing of it she swings at the spider.
Tahltria watches as the group quickly disperses after the lady behind the bar indicates that they will need to wait and shoos them away. Scanning the room she does not have to guess twice where the dwarf is going to spend his time as he seats himself down in front of the orcs accepting their challenge. Not even a breath later the neophyte mage and the Althera cluster themselves around the odd scribe his table of scrolls and tomes. Thinking to herself she starts moving off in the direction of the priest but stops and turns around to Akter, Join..me..or..don't...Just..don't....there..any..longer..even..the..orcs..are..look..ing..at..you..weird. .ly." Tahltria moves to the table with the priest and sits down directly in front of him. Offering no greeting she says to him, "Who..are..you....look..ing..for...Per..haps..I..can..help?"
Tahltria nods to Dreng and gives the map a good look over. With the directions in hand she rolls up the map and passes it Farlen. That being done she waves her hand forward to the rest of the group to get moving. When she is out of ear-shot you hear her say, "A..bot..tle..of..wine?..What..next?!" she hisses out the final part. Her face tells all that she thinks this is a waste of time for one member much less five members of the fabled Pathfinder Society.
Talhtria puts up her index finger to indicate one mission. "It..was..a..cold..one..we travel..ed....a..painting." she ends it there with a shake of her head and a look of irritation.
Looking at the would be beggar now Venture-Captain in disguise she glares at him after listening to his absurd request. The look on her face says it all that she thinks this Venture-Captain has probably lost his mind. "Al..right..if..that..is....we..shall..be..back..with..your..request...Where..is..this..bar..lo..cated?"
Acknowledging everyone with a slight nod of her head she answers back "Tahl.." and once again strains out the words through her cracking voice. She looked over these new faces and hoped they had the same capabilities as the last group she had been with. "How..many..mis....so..far?" she says this to no particular person but to the group as a whole.
Tahltria looked at the senior agent and wondered how long this act of treating new members like neophytes would last for. I could probably cut him down with Dirgesinger before that condescending tongue uttered another word But she knew that would do nothing but get her expelled from the Society. She had already finished one mission successfully so being expelled for a rash action would do her no good. She saw the man waiting impatiently so she rose to keep him from making another snide remark. While the room was by no means full there was a certain lack of urgency on the part of others minus a slender lady who was quickly gathering her belongings. Dressed in her dark forest green leather sleeveless jacket and chestnut brown leather pants Tahltria's appearance breathed outdoors. She wore no smile on her face and her jet black raven hair was unkempt and wild. Grabbing her gear, the lean muscles in her arms were easily seen even though both arms were covered in tattoos depicting a flock of ravens on one arm and the scene of a massive elder tree with ever watching ravens sitting on the branches on the other arm. "Let's...move...." barely louder than a whisper her voice squeaked out the words as she soon fell in line.
Tahltriéa looks at Ahmandé. "She..will..punish...him...He..must...know..that...Look..at...what..became. .of...her..husband...I..do..not..de..ny...them..being...to..geth..er..if..s he..would..not..harm...him..or..us" Turning to the witch she looks at her with no fear. "On..your..word..no..ill..will...nor..harm..to..wards..us...or..Skelg..Free ..him..of..the..curse..first..and..he...will..stay..with..you..and..this..l an..tern..shall.be..yours."
That Skelg went with her so freely she knew he had no choice but when they passed through the portal and she looked at Skelg the way she did something did not feel right about it. He thought back to the creature that they had first encountered and wondered if this is what was in store for Skelg. The spoils of war a very northern concept from what she understood. Still this felt more like extortion. She had had enough. ...do..not..do..it..on..these..terms.. Skelg."
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