| Subject: **The squirrel turns towards the stoat who had just entered, her blowpipe held ready just below her mouth lest she need to use it. She listens to the stoats speech, her eyes moving searchingly around the clearing. Turning her attention back to Sirenia she stares at her as she finishes her piece. So this was the one from another mercenary patrol, she herself hadn't yet had time to get aquainted with those of her patrol and the mention of gold stirred her interest. However the money was not all she was here for, there were things she had to learn and the Quanshire would be able to teach her. Besides, she had just signed up as a mercenary and she refused to reconsider, she had chosen her path for the time being. She remains standing, blowpipe at the ready to see what the stoat will do.** |
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Riasa Lafaryl
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Date Posted: 20:52:16 03/18/02 Mon
In reply to:
Sirenia Steelgrippe
's message, "**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**" on 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!
>color=gold>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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