<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VjfvTWw.png)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>34 / 34<strong>AC:</strong>14<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>5 / 5<strong>Arrows:</strong>57<strong>Posts:</strong>6<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Modest Hawken Town<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Guardswoman, Dead Assassins<hr/>Taris stood near one of the walls of the room she'd rented for the night, her stance wide as she gripped her bow tightly in one hand.  She surveyed the carnage that had become of the private inn room, tables upended, vases broken, feathers drifting in the air where her pillow had been gutted in a desperate defensive gesture from the scarcely clad woman who'd rented the room.  And, of course, there was the<em>smell</em>to consider, the sickly-sweet smell of scorched human flesh was thick in the cramped quarters of her room.  Even so, Taris forced herself to breathe the thick air as greasy smoke clung to the cieling, her chest visibly rising and falling against the sheer white negligee (https://raikou2.donmai.us/5b/d6/__original_drawn_by_kuurunaitsu__5bd601b950eba626de7bbf15e889d366.jpg) that was the sum total of her night clothes, the light pink shape of her nipples standing out in the heavy stillness that had descended upon the room.<br/><br/>She remained still for a moment, her mind trying to reassemble the jumbled series of events that had gotten her to this moment as the adrenaline ran its course.  The<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mysterious</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-11-29 00:43:07, Taris (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127024) <strong>Failure</strong></div></div>message that had been burned into the night air, and it's map ... her recollection of the map was a bit shakey, but she thought she could find the tower without too much trouble.  There weren't many standing structures<em>left</em>in the Valenlands these days, after all.  Then the assassins bursting into her chambers.  Almost literally, racing each each other for the opportunity to be the one to knock her over the head, they hadn't lacked for enthusiasm but they'd gotten in each other's way as much as anything.<br/><br/>"Become the next envy." she repeated to herself, "What is that, a rank?" she tilted her head to the side slightly, looking at the slumped figures on the ground as if they could answer her.  The only response she got was the snap of bubbling fat...and the heavy trod of boots rushing up the hallway!  She nocked an arrow, a crackle of silvery light arching from the bowstring along the shaft to the broadhead she pointed at the doorway that crashed open.  The insignia of a Hawken guardswoman was the only thing that kept her from releasing the shot while she still had the range.<br/><br/>"Taris Vannel of ..." she paused a moment, letting the tension go out of her bow, the tiny sparks of electrical current drifting towards the floor as the enchantment left the arrow, "Of nothing, I suppose." she said, letting out a pained sigh.  Her forced resignation still troubled her, she was leaving the Academy behind rather abruptly after all.  She hoped that whoever they got to act as a substitute wouldn't simply throw her lesson plan out, she'd been making good progress with this year's crop of neophytes.  She still had decades of value as a field agent ahead of her (thanks, Dad), but part of her had appreciated the structure and relative peace of life at the academy.<br/><br/>"That's a fine question." she admitted, with a shrug, kneeling down over the closest man, apparently heedless of the way her posture made the already short negligee shift up along her hip.  "Either I attracted some dangerous attention on my last job, or the High Wizard of Ayvenforest is getting me mixed up in her troubles without my consent."<br/><br/>"Hmn.  Perhaps they were foolish enough to carry something telling with them?" she thought aloud, covering her eyes with her left hand and softly murmuring<em>"Manifestus veneficium"</em>under her breath.  As she drew her hand down over her face, the gentle blue light of magic suffused through the gray cloak hanging from the peg in the wall told her that the divinatory magic had taken hold.  She gently brushed open the man's cloak, apparently comfortable with handling a corpse as she began to check his body for anything promising.  Correspondence was probably more than she could ask for, but any commonalities between the bodies could be a lead.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Checking the Bodies (Perception)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casting Detect Magic first, and then:<br/>At 2018-11-29 01:18:46, Taris (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127025)</div></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Expeditious Retreat, Obscuring Mist, Weaponwand<br/>2nd Level:  Force Sword, <del>Scorching Ray</del>, <del>Mirror Image</del></div></div>