Female Fighter

VILIS MIL, NPC's page

18 posts. Alias of baldwin the merciful.


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The elf certainly has been quite forward and responsive to Grimm's advances. She's a warrior, a hunter, tracker and survivalist one to live off the land but she has a clear understanding that death can happen at any time, so she lives life to the fullest which includes her romps.

Vilis eagerly matches the dwarf drink to drink, although she prefers ale over mead and she's bit sloppier towards the end. "y'should get paid first...I'll get our room."


Nudging Grimm "I'm heading to the Wink."


Vilis will discuss how she ended up being captured. "I was leading a wealthy merchant past the graveyard when Aragnak, the Red Dragon, attacked. He killed many...I escaped with a small clutch but ran into the goblins who waylay the group. Woke up in the blasted place, not sure bout the others."


"Oh...crud! Your not going back down are you? W...what about the farmers...and well...how about the chest in the corner?" She is clearly nervous.


"This whole place gives me the creeps. A few goblets of spiced wine and warm stew would warm me up."


Desmond there is nothing unusual or misleading in her statements. You also recall she was able to pick up the footprints on the stairs earlier which lead you to believe she is some sort of tracker.


Vilis notices that Des wants to take the group through the temple and out the secret door behind the statue, when she interrupts. clearing her throat, c**gh stopping to pull on Karnog,"there's fresh air above us...perhaps, we can check that out, it may be shorter."


RD 2: Vilis

The warrior woman strikes at her foe:

att: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6;dam: 1d8 ⇒ 4

But her attack fails...again.


RD 1: AOO

The amazon tries to bash the bugbear zombie slipping by her,

att: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5;dam: 1d8 ⇒ 8

dex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

The morning star does not slip from her hand as the bugbear slips by unscathed.

RD 1 Vilis

att: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22;dam: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Her next swing strikes home as the next zombie steps up closer.

The remaining NPCs are not able to act given the congestion. Except the farmers scream and freak out as zombies get near them. The cower near the floor and wall trying to avoid the zombies reach.


As you journey back towards the temple, the group sees the the stairwell heading up. Karnog tries to find the footprint he saw earlier, Vilis follows his eyes and looks at the ground,

survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

She points to the imprint and then to a second one two steps higher. "A heavy man, in a hurry, taking two steps at a time." She sniffs the air, "Fresh air."


The amazon places a hand on one a trembling farmers, "It'll be alright, I'm here, and I'm not going aware without you." Her voice reassuring.


"I work as a guide and scout primarily. I had no companions when I was captured so I've no idea."


"There's something to be said about short and stubby." she quips back. "figure there's a jailer that needs beheading...first."


She accepts the items and is eager to get out of the cell. "The heavy footsteps always originate from around that bend." She points towards the bend in the hall, "But the cries come from that direction." She points towards the temple room that you've cleared out. "Dreadful cries the last three nights."


She thinks about the options presented, "I...I can guard these farmers but to lead them through temple by myself would be a death trap. Before I was brought down to cell, I saw at least twenty zombies, the chief priest, and a dozen lunatic acolytes. Did you kill all of them? That's just what I saw." She spins the dagger handle in her grip.


After being freed the amazon woman nods quickly, "Thanks...names Vilis."

She looks at each, measuring her rescuers, then she sees the farmers. "The jailer's an ettin...giant anomaly." She reaches into her boot and produces a dagger. "I was ambushed in the swamp by some bandits, my gear taken and I was 'sold' to these lunatics." She pauses a second then mentions, "If you can spare a weapon, I can be more useful."

Malcolm:
She is not evil.


She is initially hesitant as she obviously thinks you are one of "them."

"Prove it!


The insane prisoner paces in his cell singing fragments of holiday songs.
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When Des checks out the last of the 4 cells he finds a tall, tanned, attractive amazon-like female pacing the cell like a caged lion. The human's face left eye is blackened, her leather pants are bloodied and she wears a shirt that has seen a better day. Her hands are bound behind her back.

"By Erastil's graces, I'm gonna rip your heart out if try to touch me again," she announces when the door cracks open.