<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248231.msg13329252#msg13329252">Quote from: Nastara on 07-07-2017, 04:17:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dear Yula,<br/><br/>In some ways, you couldn’t care less about necromancers. Sure, they get up to bad things, but who doesn’t?  However, there is one you hunt and you hunt them viciously.  The Feruk was having dealings with them and you got a chance to get something that’ll get you closer to them.  Tell us how you found your information and roll + Intelligence.<br/>On a hit choose 1:<br/>-You know exactly where your rival is. Tell us where.<br/>-You found leverage or a tool to use against them, tell us what it is and take +1 forward against them<br/>-You found a Feruk clanswoman who has about your height and measurements and dealt with your rival in the past. You’re pretty sure you could pass for her.<br/>On a 7-9 choose 1:<br/>-Your rival’s been doing well for themself, why can’t you hunt them publicly?<br/>-To get the information, you had to give your sword a little bit more leeway than you normally do. Mark corruption and tell us which Delver saw the darkness inside.<br/>-Where you find information about your rival always leads you back to your lover. Tell us why they won’t want to see you.<br/>On a miss, you killed the one person who could draw you closer and give in to your blade.  Tell us how that physically manifests in a way that draws the eyes of paladins.<br/>Love your MC,<br/>Nastara<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><hr/>At 2017-07-07 11:31:55, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105029)<br/>-You found a Feruk clanswoman who has about your height and measurements and dealt with your rival in the past. You’re pretty sure you could pass for her.<br/>-To get the information, you had to give your sword a little bit more leeway than you normally do. Mark corruption and tell us which Delver saw the darkness inside.<br/><hr/><br/>Yula could see the tides of battle turning in their favor, but things still weren't how they were<em>supposed</em>to be.  As she explored the raging battlefield, it was clear that between Sydney, Eisa, and, dare she say it,<strong>Phelypsis</strong>...they had this safely wrapped up.  Even so, the kitsune briskly stepped through the area, the look of intent desire for<em>something</em>in her eyes betraying any calm her posture might communicate.  The idiot Ferruk who thought it would be a smart idea to try attacking her in the middle of her search paid the price.  He launched a brutal overhead swing in the hopes of taking at least one Delver down to repay his own losses, but Yula was able to sidestep and run her rapier through the fool's leg, only pulling it free in order to kick his leg.  Afterwards, it was a simple act of attacking the back of his knee and stabbing him through once again.  Though he screamed in pain, Yula offered no sympathies, only a steely gaze at the beaten man.  "Just tell me where your Feruk is, and I'll let you crawl to safety."  She gave her offer with a cool voice, waiting for the response.  Through winces, her enemy said only, "I'll not tell you anything!", prompting her to narrow her gaze.  "Are you aware that I spent years studying humanoid bodies?  No, you wouldn't be, I suppose...I know how best to inflict pain to stubborn curs like you, just by planning out where one attacks...like<strong>this</strong>."  Yula emphasized, stabbing the underside of the man's elbow, then the loose skin of his shoulder, striking nerves accurately enough to cause him greater suffering than death would bring.<strong>"Now."</strong>She repeated, as the man writhed beneath her, finally speaking up through clenched teeth. "FINE!  The Feruk was doing battle with that slut mage of yours by the mountains, I...I swear!"   "Was he?  And what of the one held in high esteem after him?  Where would I find her?"  "I...I believe she was in an encampment on the western side, opposite our leader.  She was preparing more weaponry to win the day!  Now you have the damned information you want, leave me to drown in my dishonor."  "Very well."  She replied, giving a halfhearted kick at the back of his knee before beginning her travel to the east, only to see a mass of tentacles beating, groping, and raping anything that dared come closer.  The kitsune grit her teeth at the sight, as the Feruk was likely among those victims.<br/><br/>"Then it's to the other one for what I need to know."  She resolved herself, beginning the trek to the<em>opposite side</em>.  Her eyes were peeled for any enemies who might stand her way, and she found many offering opposition.  It started as one, easily handled with her knowledge, but it quickly devolved into an ambush, with three others  joining in to overwhelm her.  She struggled to keep the upper hand, but she was being forced to play defense, gradually losing ground as she was forced to retreat step-by-step.  Finally, one of her foes broke through, delivering a fierce kick to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.  She clutched at her stomach, unable to properly defend herself like this, and soon after, she found herself on her back, eyes closed as these clansmen and women got their revenge, kicking, punching and  stabbing at non-fatal areas for the time being.  All the kitsune could do was writhe and try to protect her vitals, eyes forced shut and teeth grit.  Jeers rang out as this beating occurred, calling her out for her hubris and smug attitude.  Even so, it was the only reason she wasn't dead quite yet, prompting an odd smile from her.  She refused to release her blade, however, regardless of the pain.  "I can't...you can't kill me, not until I take her down with me!"  She hissed through grunts and winces.  "Inari, please...You've helped me this far, see me through!" She begged, blood dripping onto her precious blade.  At once, all the pain seemed like nothing, but something else stirred inside, something too painful for words.  The woman let out a bloodcurdling scream, gripping at the earth beneath her as her body arched and writhed wildly.  It seemed as though her onlookers were stunned at the sudden reaction, stuck between wanting to humiliate her further or just outright killing her.  All the while, Yula continued, fingers raking against the sand.  One of her enemies apparently had a burst of common sense, and a moment more guaranteed she stabbed Yula in the chest.  Her dress and skin both were stained red as her blood spread around the puncture wound, but she did not stop.  Her screams ceased for the moment, only to be replaced by pained groans and snarls, and finally, she was silent, almost dead in her appearance.  A few breaths, a sigh of relief, and someone attempting to grab their weapon from her chest, only for them to gasp and shout instead.  Yula's free hand shot out to intercept it, gripping her hand with an alarming strength.  Her eyes shot open, and where there was blue before, a golden yellow was now bleeding out instead.  The Feruk woman whimpered now, and the others could see that where nails had been before, there were now claws, painfully grown and deadly sharp, practically embedded in her hand.  Yula opened her mouth and a snarl came forth, paired with the sight of fangs, sharp as daggers- a beast's weapon.  She yanked the Feruk woman down to her level, now on her hands and knees, and looked her in the eyes before tearing through her flesh, rising up at last.  She was imposing, her single tail seeming to split into two now, but the Feruk had little time to take that into account.  They also didn't seem to notice the strange air about her, emanating from the rapier she held so tight in her grip.  Any of the Delvers nearby could have seen it, but it was Eisa and Phelypsis who were likely to notice it most easily.  Eisa would be able to sense something inhuman from it, and feel that same presence overtaking the kitsune.  Phelypsis, on the other hand, might notice something vaguely familiar, mixed with the kitsune's scent.  Something about it might remind her of the Andra, however faintly related.<br/><br/>She was a flurry of claws and frenzied teeth.  Where there'd been elegance before, there was nothing of the sort now, replaced by brute force and bestial fury.  No snarky quips, no judging her opponents.  There were only growls, snarls, and grunts of effort.  She made short work of those nearby, cutting through them even with one hand still gripping her blade as though her life depended on it.  One-by-one, they fell before her.  One thought to call for help, but she was silenced at once when Yula darted forth and tore into her throat.  She sniffed the air, and began running towards her goal, tearing apart those in her way.  Some were lucky, and managed to cut her or stab her, but those victories were temporary, as the fools lay dead and bleeding afterwards, while Yula was bathed in their blood and her own.  She managed to tear one word from her mouth, loud enough for any Delvers who happened to be close enough at the time to hear.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"መራመድ!"</strong></span>This bestial utterance was all that came forth before she intruded into this high-in-command woman's camp, making short work of the lesser warriors.  She waited there, and her target came out at last.  In but a moment, Yula was upon her, claws groping at her throat, pressing just hard enough to draw a pinprick of blood.  The woman was fearful of her, and she could<em>smell it</em>on her.  "Wait, you...You're that fox bitch she mentioned all those years ago..."  The clanswoman realized, recognizing her from the description alone.  "You...I can give you information on her...Please, just spare my life...Please, I beg you."  She spat, clearly not in love with the idea of begging an enemy.  Yula's claws pressed just a little firmer against her throat.  "She...she knows me!  Please, I swear...my information is good!"<em>Information...Yes, that woman...It's her that needs to die.  Her precious little <strong>Kara</strong>.</em><br/><br/>She withdrew, claws reverting into nails, while the rest of her features seemed to return to normal.  She gave no reprieve to her enemy, however, and pointed the rapier at the woman's throat.  "Where...is she?"  She demanded to know through her labored breaths.  "I know not of her location...But! But I used to do dealings with her.  She<em>trusts</em>me.  I can...I can find her and lure her out!"  "No. If she trusts you, I do not.  What manner of business did you do with that bitch?  Tell me now."<br/>"I...we used to speak together.  She celebrated her victory over you with me, talking about how her plan had worked perfectly.  Please, just...let me go free, and I can help you."  "You,"  She paused, looking the woman over carefully. "I have a better idea.  You will swear not to go anywhere near her, ever again.  You will strip, and give me your clothing, and you will tell me your name."  She demanded, to which the woman nodded.  "I swear on my honor!  My...my name is Y'hari, and you may have everything I own!"  "Good.  That is how you can help me.  Now, I will take my leave of you."  Yula turned her back on her once she'd procured her clothing, but turned around once more, stabbing her leg to incapacitate her.<em>Now</em>she would go, she thought.  She walked some distance, her face triumphant but showing some signs of uncertainty.  Perhaps it was simply the strain of standing further, or the overwhelming presence she'd just become that haunted.  Nevertheless, she left a trail of violence and death in her wake.  As she traveled further, she finally collapsed, falling unconscious in the sands before making it all the way to her friends, her body bathed in lifeblood not entirely her own.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Mark +1 corruption</div></div>