<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Minzi.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Meridian.jpg)</div><strong>Minzi Arkhausen and Meridian</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xhczfRrIxRCP7irRm1mmzvHdA0Zk83NwdbJm9fNqKh8/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Active Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor: Meridian<br/>Mage Armor: Self<br/></div></div><br/>“I stole 27,000 credits,” Minzi explained casually as she was working.  “If I could have bankrupted the assholes who couldn't be bothered to clean up the chemical spill at their manufacturing plant, I would have, but all I managed to hack was a petty cash fund.  Bastards caused birth defects in at least seven newborns, made hundreds of adults seriously sick, and I can't even calculate the damage to the ecosystem at and downstream from the plant.<br/><br/>“So, I took 2,000 for my time and tried to find a way to get 25,000 funneled to the victims.  Best I could do was donating it to a foundation that gives college scholarships to the disabled.”   She looked up for a moment thoughtfully.  “I wonder if the cops ever figured that part out...”<br/><br/>She gave a little shrug, then added, “That should have gotten me 5-7 years.  I could have probably been out on parole in about that many months with a shiny new job for a computer security firm.”<br/><br/>Minzi fell silent for a while longer.<br/><br/>Azure eyes went wide and a little squeak escaped the blond's lips.  “Baartor!” she gasped, finger's flying faster.  If anyone inquired, she stammered out, “Hang on!”<br/><br/>Finally she gave a little sigh, then a nod, before sending a detailed file on what she'd found, then began a multimedia augmented summary.<br/><br/>“So, this is the guy who decided we were interesting enough to merit his attention.”<br/><br/>An image appeared over the table of a massive black dragon with shimmering liquid-black scales.  She rumbled out some syllables in draconic, “More commonly known as Obsidian.  Personal crony of the current Dragon Emperor and patron to a certain drow noble who's sun sword we still haven’t decided what to do with...”<br/><br/>She paused and gave a speculative ponder, then shrugged.  “His home base is a primitive world called Alustre.  We're nowhere near strong enough yet to take on Obsidian directly, but here's something interesting...”<br/><br/>She flipped out a series of mug shots.  “Two petty criminals, sentenced to a prison world and soon to be transported.  Sound familiar?”<br/><br/>She started to slowly grin.  “So...  Anyone feel like being a thorn in the lion's paw?”