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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">DON'T GIVE UP AND USE THE CHANCE <br/>
TO RETURN TO INNOCENCE</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">Following in suit with the lizardfolk,</span></span></span> Sbatarra had approached the water and cleaned her gloves and face of the blood, then rinsed her mouth a bit to get the metallic taste of the dragon turtle's blood out of it.  That was the last thing she wanted to taste for the rest of the day.<br/>
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With her face and mouth clean, Sbatarra took her place beside the chieftain's side and followed him and his party back towards the cave.  All in all, she was feeling rather good about herself.  In the past two days alone, she had killed several impressive beasts, and had been far more effective on her own than she had ever been at Double-Dead's side, or by following the rules of a guild or the laws of a city.  Out here, where monsters ruled, she was truly free, and she was enjoying every second of it.  At least, until men decided to interfere.  As they made their way to the cave, Sbatarra's nostrils flared, and she noticed a familiar stench, but one she decided to ignore for now.  She hadn't spent much time around these lizardfolk to get a good idea of how they usually smelled, and it was possible that a few might have been wearing the clothes of a human back up at the cave.  However, as they got closer and closer, the smell grew more intense, and when the lizardfolk all dashed ahead, the drow knew something was wrong.  Calling upon her <i>Walk Unseen</i> invocation, she disappeared and leapt up into the air, soaring a little slower than the lizardfolk to let them get ahead, and to keep herself separated from the group if anything were to happen.<br/>
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And something certainly did happen then.  She watched in horror as the creatures she had fought with got themselves impaled by the spears of the men.  Although she had never learned their names, or heard a word from anyone but the chieftain, she couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her black heart for them, just like she had for her guild members when they had all been butchered.  These were creatures that had accepted her, albeit reluctantly at first.  She had fought with them, and had helped return their home back over to them.  Now, they were being butchered and threatened by men who were far more wicked than she was.  At least she had the heart to respect these creatures, different as they were.  These men, however, had the nerve to taunt the remaining lizardfolk, which did not sit right for the drow, who was beginning to have a change of heart these days.<br/>
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Positioning herself above the group, Sbatarra let gravity bring her down on top of one of the men, specifically the one who had taunted them, bringing her body and downward angled falchion directly into him, aiming to plunge the entirety of the blade down between his shoulder-blade and neck, through his torso, whilst splitting whatever remained with a quaking <i>Glacial Eldritch Blow</i>, freezing everything the blade touched.  She wouldn't stop there, however.  With one hand releasing the hilt of her gold falchion, the drow loosed a <i>Glacial Eldritch Spear</i> at one of the men, specifically the one closest to her and the hostages, aiming to at least take him by surprise with her flanking position.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"You've made a grave mistake,"</span> she hissed, low to the ground and eyeing the group of men with her piercing, amber eyes.  The look seemed to say 'none of you will make it out of here alive'.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>