<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>As the elf gathered up his gear, the woman took aim and threw her own javelin. It flew wide from its' target, the javelin striking the stone beside him and plopped harmlessly onto the ground. Before he could begin his retreat, the painted man had already drawn another weapon and hurled it the elf's way. Now that he was prepared and had known his foe's intent, the elven fighter dodged the attack as it noisily clunked against the hard stone.<br/><br/>"Aah fuck." Liah let out defeatedly as he rushed by and leapt off the cliff face. It would have been a long drop for any normal person, but the skilled elven warrior clutched his gear close to his chest as he dropped and pointed his feet together. In an instant, the water hit him and he  sank a few feet beneath the surface without injury. When he rose to the surface, another splash shot up from the surface. It seemed to take her awhile to follow him. Did she hesitate?<br/><br/>After a moment, her head poked out of the water and she tossed her hair. She looked up at the cliff, "Gods damn it." She bitterly said, "We need to go back!"<br/><br/>She turned her gaze to Leander with a furrowed brow and frustration dripping from her tone, "That savage bitch has the ring! ...And my whip!<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">-and <em>clothes</em>!</span>"<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>"I said, 'It was never our intent to enter your Garden... or even the mountains at all.' And that the ship couldn't even cross the range... and I think that's what made her stop to listen." Rath answered, turning his eyes back to the woman opposite them. She didn't seem any happier... "And als-"<br/><br/>She cut him off, the melodious words of her auran tongue turned harsh and cold with every utterance from her lips. Up close, she was fair.. her pale, almost white skin, seemed ever more ghostly than Ellen's. Her hair, a strange light blue fluttered in the air ...though there was no wind to be felt around them.<br/><br/>The woman wore a robe underneath and over some bronze armor, and her feet were bound tightly in sandals that wrapped around her shins.<br/><br/>"She said that she knows it's... impossible for her to win." The half-celestial related, "But that she does not fear death."<br/><br/>He shuttered at those words, in feigned terror of her zeal.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">That'll work. Rath makes an intelligence check to reduce the circumstance penalty.</div></div>