| Subject: **A blood-red feathered arrow hisses through the air, its shaft on fire, and thuds into the tree nearest the leaders, barely missing the nose of Kinnan** |
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Sirenia Steelgrippe
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Date Posted: 19:48:09 03/18/02 Mon
**The foliage rustles from whence the arrow came, and a female stoat emerges, holding a finely-crafted yew bow. Tall and finely shaped, she wears a loose white blouse, tight black breeches and leather boots, and a heavily gold-embroidered scarlet tunic. Her white fur is immaculate, as is the ebony hair that flows down her back. Her face is beautiful and finely-chisled, but haughty; and steel gray eyes framed by long eyelashes sweep the clearing disdainfully. The eyes land on Kinnan and Favre, and finally Astri, wounded on the ground. Her full, crimson lips curl into a cruel smile.**
So, we meet the "Quanshaire Mercenary Patrol" once again. **Her voice is sonorous and melodious, positively music to the ears...almost hypnotizing. The sharp steel eyes pass from leader to leader as she greets them by name.**
Hello, "Sir" Ulfe. Found a lady friend yet? No? What a shame... **She smirks again** And I'm glad to see you in such good health, Astriana dear. **The smirk grows wider, and her eyes land on Favre. They positively light up with sadistic delight** Favre Pinesword, what a coincidence! I seem to have with me an old friend of yours...you simply must become reacquainted later. **She laughs wickedly, a beautiful yet inherently terrifying sound.**
**But as she finishes her visual inspection of the clearing, a perfect eyebrow arches delicately** But you seem to be missing half of your leaders...what of the fox, Tatanshan? Did he finally decide that you weren't worth the trouble? And that mildewed otter, Casey? Off exploring a tributary, no doubt. And Evyce...ah, Evyce, I've missed her so. **This last comment fairly drips with sarcasm. Her steel eyes now sparkling with triumph, she continues.** Indeed, I have brought more than enough.
**Her voice strengthens, ringing through the silence of the clearing with a smooth, honeyed sound of persuasion.** Hear me, mercenaries! I am Sirenia Steelgrippe, sister's-daughter of the mighty and infamous Sirhc, chief of the most powerful mercenary horde of all time! Nothing awaits you with this weak, motley little band--only ruin, debt, and death! These pathetic, outcast, beasts whom you call "leaders" are merely the thinnings of his skilled soldiers--and yet you learn from them? Imagine what you could become learning from the powerful Sirhc's own niece, who has learned everything he had to teach! Gold, my friends, gold, riches, and success lie with the path upon which I tread--and only starvation, ruin, and destruction lie upon their's. Choose wisely, mercenaries. Which will it be?
**A finely crafted rapier whistles out of its richly adorned scabbard, and the point gleams brightly in the firelight--a signal.**
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