<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mephis casts Suggestion, suggesting that the woman fall asleep. Spell save DC 13.<br/></div></div><hr/>Mephis watched as Buga went down, taking some small satisfaction in seeing that the famed 'Backdoor Bandit' was taken out by an attack from behind. With as many people as he had ambushed and killed over the course of his career, she supposed that a death like this one was inevitable... but it was still good to have played her own small part in making it happen.<br/><br/>Far less satisfying was the other person she had tried, but failed to kill. She still thought that death would be a mercy to that poor woman, especially now that she could see the former adventurer mourning over the very man who had reduced her to her current, pitiful state... but at the same time, it was also clear that her companions wanted to do what they could to try and keep the woman alive, and so the dhampir didn't make any further moves to try and kill her. She did spend a little time examining her companions, however, seeing for herself just how they handled this incredibly dark and messed up turn of events.<br/><br/>Alana and Josephine were both emptying their stomachs on the ground, an understandable reaction, now that the combat was over and the adrenaline was wearing off. Hiroshi was keeping a surprisingly level head, Ionli and Thistle were both pushed to overcome any shock or disgust they might be feeling by their innate compassion... Muula, too, seemed to be motivated largely by compassion, though at the same time it felt a bit to the dhampir like the horror of the situation had simply failed to stick to the minotauress, like she had taken it in and then let it go again without it really affecting her too badly.<br/><br/>...Rather like Mephis herself, now that she thought about it. Was this a trait they both shared due to their heavy corruption? Or was it just a part of who they both were, a coincidental personality trait that they both shared?<br/><br/><strong><em>"Mephis, can you do anything for her?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Either way, the dhampir ultimately decided to set such musings aside when Thistle called for her, walking over to the mutilated adventurer as well, and pondering what, if anything, she could do to aid the woman.<br/><br/>"My magic isn't good enough to provide any sort of long-term aid, but in the short term, given our current situation... I can think of one thing I can try." And, kneeling down before the poor woman, the divine brand on the dhampir's left hand began to glow a much brighter hue as she drew on its power to cast a<em>Suggestion</em>spell. "There there, it's alright... Sleep now. I'm sure you'll wake up and think of this all as just a bad dream."<br/><br/>She was only able to cast it once, with all the other magic she had spent already, so she hoped that the woman succumbed to her spell and fell asleep. It was all that she could really do for her, now.