(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/3c/7b/763c7b176cf27cba22803144d3355e4b.jpg) (https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/28476431-2956-40cd-b05a-30f5f0e1f020/d4m3bms-48f6f5c3-58cd-417c-a5a3-0fb26c035fcf.jpg)<br/><strong>Greed, Cyra Darkbane<br/>Tag: Harriet<br/>Wildernis Encounter</strong><br/>Greed's Theme! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ioz53gs6qpA) Cyra's Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0cf2c8HyVY)<br/><em>Initiative: Harriet -&gt; Cyra -&gt; Greed(Lightly injured)</em><br/><br/>Cyra seemed to genuinly listen to Harriet, even if Greed interrupted: "Do not listen to the lies of a demon!"<br/><br/>"Yet dead, he is not. The ambassador graciously offered one of his spellscrolls to help track you down. I find an oddness in his words, I will not deny it. However, I have no proof of any deception on his part. Meanwhile, let us presume I take every last bit of your story for true. You've still murdered the guards without cause and reason, relishing in bloodshed. I can feel your evil power oozing from you right now.<br/>I do believe that you do not wish to fight me.<br/><br/>Your kind never wishes to face those stronger than themselfs." She closed her eyes and shook her head in regret. "Yet, you have imposed your deadly will upon innocent men and women. You have lost your right to demand my understanding and if you wish my mercy.. Hold still and my blade will halt your evil swiftly and with nearly no pain." She declared and rushed forwards to strike at Harriet again, her blade dangerously sharp, as it bend to cut past her armor, right into her chest... at least the swords flames still cut not hurt her, but Cyra knew how to hurt people, clearly.. (crit! 28 damage. Harriet is Shaken for 2 rounds!)<br/><br/>"Know that I am but a weak, pathetic woman, who can never hope to compare to the might of a creature like you. What gives my hands their strength is the very blood staining yours." Cyra proclaimed, keeping her sword at the ready.<br/><br/>Greed meanwhile got up, pulling a potion from his cloak and drinking it down, exhaling heavily. "Please, Cyra, the hero, don't let her kill me... This force-sphere wont last forever..." He begged, his tone pathetic, but a sideglance towards Harriet fully confident of his superiority and victory. He avoided asking any of the questions asked of him, instead acting more hurt than, at least considering Sloths toughness, he should be right now. Cyra gave a sideglance.. and a nod.<br/>"She's weak now, let my men aid you and finish this." He suggested, pulling out another potion, but not yet drinking it.<br/><br/>"No. Ambassador. I understand your distaste of the words this creature aims towards you, but no more shall fall at her hand. I'll make sure of it." Cyra raised her hand, before focusing on Harriet again.<br/>"Harriet, I believe they called you. I do not believe you were ever anything but a monster. I do not believe you understand the meaning of love. I do not believe much of what you say, for you've given me prove of your wicked deeds in the guardsmen I've seen slaughtered by your hand. Forget whoever this man accompanying me is, it was your choice to attack and slay, to abduct for whatever dark purpose rests in your mind.<br/><br/>Your choices have brought you before me and now, your fate lies in my hands. Your choices now are simple. Run and die. Fight and die. Kneel and pray for your souls rescue at the mercy of the gods of light and die. But understand, here, now. This is were your dark tale ends."<br/><br/>(You killed a half-dozen guards and abducted a guard-captain. You literally struck another man down before Cyra. You'll have to try -a lot- harder if you want to switch over to diplomacy now.)