<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/qC3eGLx.jpg)</div><strong>Sheen Gridman</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297939.msg14582981#msg14582981)<br/><sup>Lvl 3 TN Android Investigator</sup><br/><strong>HP</strong>20 / 20;<strong>AC</strong>20;<strong>CMD</strong>16<hr/>Sheen hated spending time down in the Lower Ward.  The constant beating of steel, the blistering heat from the forges, the thick industrial smoke that hung over everything like a pall ... the whole miserable district reminded her too much of home.  Still, it was undeniable that the place had its uses.  Portals to the Plane of Earth ensured the forges were always stocked with quality ore, and with the greatest concentration of smiths in the city, if no one had what you wanted already in stock you could surely have it commissioned in short order.  Arms for a mercenary band, enchanted armor that would let you stride into the the Pits of Hell, or delicate silver cages for mechanical songbirds who chimed out a melody that only grew more complex as it's continued to sing, all could be procured on these streets.<br/><br/>With all the coin that passed through these streets, you'd think the people would be happier.  Rarely did the silver churn down to the hands of the cog-like workers who actually dwelled on these streets though.  No, they got to dwell in the poisons and filth, slowly twisting them into sunken-eyed, yellow-skinned corpse-folk.  Sheen avoided looking any of them in the eye, a small wooden box tucked under her arm and protected by the small round shield she had strapped into place there.  She was wrapped in a bulky black leather double-breasted coat with plain brass buttons running in two rows down the front, the supple skins having a strange luster to them that suggested they'd been treated to repel water.  Thick rubber soles splashed through a toxic puddle, and her head was hidden underneath a deep hood with a scarlet muffler wrapped around her lower face to keep away the stench.  She looked like a medic descending into a diseased pit to ease the suffering of lepers and plague carriers.<br/><br/>It was supposed to be an easy task.  Someone had brought her a broken dagger of curious construction.  The blade had been long and slim, fit to slip between armored plate, but more intriguing it had been hollow as well.  Within had been a reservoir for holding lethal toxins.  It was an assassin's weapon if ever one had been constructed, but the question was<em>who</em>would create such a thing.  Sheen knew people who knew people ... she wagered she could get a line on the smith before the Hardheads working the case managed to do the same by clubbing people over the head.<br/><br/>But, of course, in the Cage no roads were straight, regardless of how long they ran.<br/><br/>"Tanar'ri raiders!" she bellowed, seeing the sickly green portals burn through the skein between worlds, "Draw steel if you've got it, run if you haven't!"<br/><br/>Seeing a pair of young braves rush for the goat headed monstrosity, Sheen paused just long enough to run the numbers.  She liked her odds of coming out the other end of this better alongside a couple of cutters better than she weighed the chances of escaping with an extraction.<br/><br/>Drawing the slender blade at her hip, she took a few long steps to draw up even with the tiefling and his heavy club, looking to hedge the damned fiend into the small plaza with its fountain.  She waited for her opportunity as the bariur wheels around be the beast ... but it wasn't his heart she thrust for.  No, she waited for her opportunity to strike for the hand clutching that heavy blade wreathed in flame, looking to defang the beast so the other two  could beat him into submission.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions on Initiative 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative:  At 2019-01-01 11:14:25, Sheen (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128431)<br/>Move Action: Approach 10' East to flank with Jolly (since Lances have Reach 'n' all) .  Draw the Rapier as part of that Move Action since I'm above BAB +1<br/>Standard Action:  Attempt to disarm the goat-headed man. (No AoO due to <em>Dirty Fighting</em> Feat<br/>At 2019-01-01 11:57:51, Sheen (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128433)<br/>. . . Well.  that's super-embarrassing.  That might actually fail at -10, prompting me to drop my Rapier.</div></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/03TnZ0q.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Extracts</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Grade 1</span></strong><br/>Comprehend Languages<br/>Cure Light Wounds<br/>Expeditious Retreat<br/>Firebelly Potion</div></div>