<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/30/41/c330414e795e3aa8aebfe648f2a5cf76.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Isabella (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14822141#msg14822141)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:18/18<strong>Status</strong>: Kneeling before Ezi<br/><strong>AC</strong>:13<strong>Tagging</strong>: Ezi, Kayla<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Mistress, if I may," Isabella put a gentle hand on Ezi's knee, slinking down off of her chair and falling to her knees before the domineering Elf from the far west.<br/><br/>"If I am yours," Isabella said as she ran a hand along the black leather collar that adorned her neck. "And her only desire is to protect me,<em>your</em>property, is that not already serving you? I do not know why she gives herself into this service, but it would be foolish to turn away her help when we are in desperate need of aid, no?" Isabella pleaded with Mistress Ezi, her soft eyes peering up.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Kayla," Isabella turned towards the warrior woman. "I am grateful for your protection and you can be of great benefit to the Mistress's pursuits. I will try to make your service worthwhile in whatever way I can," still in a supplicating position, Isabella reached over to grasp the top of Kayla's hand.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/3d/90/a73d9049f9f46da5e90aa8174a96cb69.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iclyn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14831483#msg14831483)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:35/35<strong>Status</strong>: Seated with Speaker Seraphina<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Tagging</strong>: Wren<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>"I did not see it either, Speaker, but I also heard of it. Awful..." Iclyn trailed on in sour thoughts to her darker past, and equally terrifying events she'd seen take place.<br/><br/>Seraphina nodded and clasped her hands. "It would appear that this courtesan, Isabella I have gathered to be her name, her story is yet to be finished. The Matron has sent me vision after vision of this wo-, well I suppose that is no longer what she is. I have seen a riverbank, a grey and withered body washed up on the sand and mud. A woman in all respects, save for one. Her eyes open, blazing with fiendish fire, and betwixt her legs an unholy organ," Seraphina sighed through her nose.<br/><br/>"I believe Myneria is trying to tell me that this courtesan is not only alive, but has become<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Night Deceiver's</div><div class="spoiler_body">It is taboo to use the name <em>Aveen</em>, especially among devote followers to Myneria, so she is typically referred as The Deceiver, Night Deceiver, Changeling, and other more derogatory titles.</div></div>new Chosen. If she is allowed to roam free and spread her fiendish seed we, and all good and decent folk, will be under threat of corruption and death. We must stop her before she can enthrall followers to her cause. The last time that happened thousands perished in a long and bloody war," Seraphina stood up, her eyes transitioning from worry and fear into her typical steely determination.<br/><br/>"That is why I task the two of you with finding this Isabella, capturing her if possible, and bringing her back here. Then we can place her somewhere safe, perhaps even help her overcome the taint Aveen has forced upon her. The river I saw, it must have been the Nerian that runs east. So that is where you must go. East, following along it's course. The person you seek is a human with soft features and red-brown hair. She is thin of waist, but generous of bust and hips. It would be best if you left as soon as possible, unless you have questions?"