"Mmh, experienced enough that the guild asked me to handle this job." Fei smirks confidently, puffing out her chest with pride, which causes her large breasts to jiggle underneath her clothes. "Peng, don't touch anything you shouldn't." She warns her tamed beast, just as the farmer gave more details. "Big, growls and roars. Well, that crosses out a boar." Fei mumbles, "Alright, I'll begin my investigation immediately. I should have this sorted out before the day is over." She says with a grin, "Come, Peng." She then snaps her finger, calling her goblin to her side as she heads on to the ransacked hive. Wanting to see if the beast left any fur, foot prints, or even scratch marks on the destroyed materials.
Claudia underestimated her opponent, being overconfident in the fight. “Damit, what a mess”! She said to herself as she getting up, to be ready for coming enemy. Claudia takes a look for her sword to grab it, but if she doesn’t notice it at once, then Claudia pulls out her dagger and takes a shield of her back, ready for defence in position with shield at front of her, and dagger next to herself.
Delphi tries to put the Man out of mind (and how nice his chiseled chest felt) as she tries to keep Lydia in sight, taking the exit that the Elf takes. Ok, when you see her say something like "Hi, I'm Delphi the Skald and I'm a big fan! I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers". Yes, that is what I'll say. Hopefully I won't get tongue tied or anything and say something stupid.
"Most women and some men typically cut it short or tie it back so it won't get in the way during battle, but that would be such a waste. The outdoors and caravans don't often allow for much chances to keep in fashion." She paused for a moment. It was mostly idle conversation, but without even meaning too, Celeste struck something that had the elf women's mind forming some kind of mental image trying to draft a blueprint in her head. "...that has given me an idea, my lady. Would it be alright if I could ask you to follow with a request of mine for a few things?" She could picture it now. Adventurers, noble women at home or on travel, merchant caravans traveling for days, maids and staff...even women with more choice occupations. Really, there was no shortage of possible options. "It's...hard to explain." Meira was having trouble thinking of the exact details herself. "Imagine...not quite what they use for hair coloring. Not aimed to affect your hair's natural color, but an alchemical mixture that could be used to keep it healthy and clean. More like soap. I'm not sure on the details myself, but I wish to look more into this when there's time." She...still wasn't entirely certain yet how this would work, but if she could make such an undertaking, it would go a long way to aiding in her efforts to keep her mistress beautiful.
The Former Templars Emerald eyes narrow as She makes her way towards The Mausoleum where The noice came from. She draws her longsword halfway from its sheat, Walking slowly to Not betray her presence and to hide her steps on The wet Ground.
So she has a sister? Hmm, I wonder if her sister is as hot as her? Eran thought as he followed behind the curvy elf. “So, how are things in the city right now? Anything in particular I need to know about?” He asked, both as a way to distract himself from ogling Ellaria and as a way to learn more about the situation in the city.
The hobbit smiled. Easy money~ "So all I have to do, is to make sure she comes here?" Zendak asked for clarification. This was an easy job - all he had to do was to post a contract for the woman and her team to come to these ruins and slay ancient evil... he did not even need to make sure his employer won or to fight against a fellow adventurer. He would formulate the request differently, but some just were too arrogant to see fault in their plans... "If, so, I will need the payment paid first." He said - after all, when the fool was killed, he would not be able to pay. ... He would stay to watch, of course, seeing to sides comprised of sexy females was quite entertaining... not to mention, as necromancer, he would always win.
“Rich boys and old tombs?” Lyria raised an eyebrow, her hand running her finger on the rim of her tankard, “Now, I’m not scared of the dark, tight spaces or stuffy crypts. Unless you’re suggesting the residents in there aren’t as dead as they should be?” Lyria looked between Lauriel and Mirtha, “I’ll need a little more detail than that before agreeing to anything, girls. Who’s this rich boy? And the tomb—what? Rich boy’s family mausoleum?” I certainly could use the coin, Lyria thought, Doubt I’ll find anything about this damned cursed jewellery in some random tomb, though.
She nods, "That is what you've been training me for. I'm perfectly capable of taking another's life for The Talons."
"Me too." Eliza replied with a happily before rushing off to her own room to gather her travel bag. In truth she hadn't needed it since she'd arrived but she'd been constantly checking and rechecking it every so often just to make sure everything was there. Satisfied, she flung the straps over her arms and hurried back down to meet Maelon.
"Hopefully, though I don't know if you'll get much before nightfall." The old man nods, his eyes on her ass as she turns to leave. "It only attacks at night." Spoiler: Perception Roll D100: 42+10=52 (Minor Success) Heading outside, with her companion bumbling along behind her, Fei examines the farmer's ruined fields. The path of destruction is clear - the beast seems to have come from a nearby wooded area, and she can make out fur and large footprints. Sadly, the prints have been deformed by the creature's gait - it was moving quickly, its feet throwing mud backwards the cover the previous prints, and she can't make much of the path leading into the woods, just that it came from that general direction.
"Urgh." Groaning as she saw the destruction along the farmland, Fei grumbles, trying to make heads of tails of whatever she could find. "Fur... large footprints... a heavy gait." She mumbles to herself, her gloved hand on her chin as she thinks. "I don't suppose YOU know what this creature could be?" She looks toward Peng, not really hoping for much from her luggage carrier. Though maybe the goblin has encountered, or at least heard of the dangerous creature. Since his home was around these forests... or maybe the next one close to it. "Haah." Letting out a sigh, she decides to take the farmer's advice and wait until nightfall. Heading back to his home, Fei knocks on the door. "I don't suppose I can rent a room until dark?" She asks with a smile, wanting some peaceful place where she could check her bestiary just in case her old master has encountered a beast like this in his travels.
Spoiler: Luck Roll D10: 3 Spoiler: Combat Roll D100 => 53 D100 + 10 => 50 Man at Arms HP Damage: 46-3= 43 HP Looking at her sword, Claudia swears to herself as she sees that Varscona is lying on the ground several meters away, forcing her to pull the unremarkable dagger from its sheath at her lower back. The soldier charges down the hill with a roar, but the uneven terrain means he has to uncertainly pivot or else lose his footing. He manages to pull back as he notices her moving in, but can't stop her from drawing blood as her knife slashes his cheek. "AH! Damn you, criminal! I'll see you hanged!"
Lost in thought, Delphi jumps as she moves past the curtains backstage, coming face to face with the blonde elf who stares her down. "Sorry. Forgot something." The woman says, before moving past Delphi to pick up a scarf she left on stage. She begins to head backstage, turning to cast a curious gaze on the scantily clad skald. "Did...you need something?"
“Me criminal? It’s you who turned to robbing people. Guild puts bounty on your head”. Claudia split into his eyes, as she attacked him. She used her shield to deflect his weapon and strike him in his face, moving closer to him, to not allow him for using advantage of reach.
"Oh, that sounds rather interesting." Celeste smiles. "Sure, I'd like to see what exactly you're cooking up. Though you should stop calling me 'my lady'. People will think I'm too big for my boots!"
“If you wish it, Miss Celeste.” Meira gave a half bow. It might help with the other people she might work with, but she didn’t really care for the idea of them getting too familiar. She would go along with Celeste to make their last gathering of things.
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 92 (Crit) With the light rain shielding her, Elaine is able to creep forward silently. The mausoleum steps go straight down, underground. She can hear the sounds of digging and swearing, and sees torchlight coming from within. Then she catches sight of the source - three men. "C'mon, let's get this bastard thing open so we can go back to town. Brothel'll still be open if we're quick." "Shut up and help me lift this!" They don't notice Elaine, standing at the top of the stairs.
"The city is in a growth period." Ellaria's hips sway hypnotically in front of Eran as she walks. "Many new people have been arriving. They've brought great wealth. But...some of them have brought other things." She says.
“Other things? What sort of other things, exactly?” Eran asked as his gaze continued to roam all over Ellaria's tempting body. The question wasn't just to make small talk, though – he was genuinely curious about things the newcomers had brought and if any of said things might be related to the reason why he was here. Even if not, some might provide future opportunities.
