<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/d1/d1/5fd1d1615692c5474bd258746d2e3cea.jpg)</div><hr/>Selevahn Invilios<br/><strong>HP:</strong>7/7 |<strong>AC:</strong>15 |<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort:+1  / Ref:+3 / Will: +3</em>|<strong>Init:</strong>+6<strong>Active effects/conditions:</strong><br/><hr/>Selevahn half grunted, half squealed. It was a disgusting, pitiful sound as if someone had wrung the neck of a small creature. A brief moment of carelessness as his fascination with the elven ruins took center stage of his attention span, and the next thing he knew, he was hanging upside down from a trip snare, as a group of brigands came out of the bush and surrounded him. His beautifully sculpted and favored instruments lay upon the ground scattered. A telescope of hollowed ivory tusk, perfectly aligned and polished glass, with gold and mithril inlay, a similarly valuable compass and sextant pair that had been his since his first ship lay among a heavy coin purse and other assorted maps, charts, and scrolls.<br/><br/>Currently he was on the ground, and the wheezing came from a barbarian woman who was as savagely beautiful as she was large. At a height, equal to his, with strong powerful muscles and a shoulder span more than one and a half of his, he would have welcomed an intimate moment with her. A moment preferably different from the one they were now sharing as a mighty leather and hide clad foot  punted him in his groin. She had been teasing him, flirtatiously so and then beating him for several minutes as the others watched, had a laugh, and arraigned his belongings in what must have been their intended split of booty.<br/><br/>"We're gonna move on and see what else we might find," began the human male that Selevahn took as their leader. "Have your fun with that one, no rush, I'm certain you can track and catch up on the trail." The others began their leave as his amazon tormentor just leered at her elf, like a cruel child removing legs from an insect.<br/>"I'll find you when I finish with this pretty little runt." She lifted him by the hair, eliciting a grunt from split, blood stained lips. One eye was swollen to gigantic size and completely shut, but from the other, the elf could see her large breast in his face a moment, before feeling them, ever so briefly, as she laughed.<br/><br/>"Like that do you?" She pulled back to deliver another powerful blow from an almost orc sized fist. Blood splattered on the ground and onto the dirt, brush, and the otherwise stained coat of his naval service. Looking through his good eye, now blurred with the water of an oncoming tear that his body simply would not hold back he gazed at the blood. While not the most with spiritually minded of his race, he could not help himself as he softly whispered through wheezed breath.<br/><br/>"Most beautiful cruel and determined Calistria, I am no one worthy of your notice. Please, if I am to die, I ask only that you grant me mercy. Mercy that with my dying breath I may live just long enough to be remembered by this one." His torment, went on for several more minutes. By the time he was tossed to the ground so that his tormentor might look through her share of his things, the rest of her party had long departed. As he lay there, feeling what must be broken ribs, and the pain of other injuries his phosphorescent green eyes fell upon the expensive looking hilt of his rapier. Closing his eyes he whispered softly as he reached out with arcane talent to bring the blade floating to his hand. As he gripped the scabbard, the barbarian happened to turn around.<br/><br/>"So, ready for a little more suff-- Oh?" a chuckle "my little toy wants to play more hmm?" She reached down and gripped a large ax with blade that was perhaps the size of a stallion's head. "Ok, pretty twerp. Let's have some fun." As she stalked forward, he rose to a knee, knowing that in good health, his blade was likely no match for her, he began another incantation. A few more feet closer, before she suddenly windmilled her arms attempting to throw herself back and out of the way as a spray of acid flew at her. She managed to escape the majority of it, and then Selevahn took a dark pleasure at the surprise evident in those beautiful dark eyes as she saw the large sharp tree root, that like a spear he commanded to fly from the ground at her. She grunted hard as she was impaled, and then it was her turn to squeal as with a small gesture he commanded the makeshift spear to explode, shards of wood, ripping through her form.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the elf stood on both feet, a small prestidigitation restoring his clothing to it's splendor as he grabbed his blade, and near empty pack. As he stood and thought through his next move, he looked over the giant of a woman's form.<br/>"What a waste this was. In due course you could have been tamed and trained into an admirable servant I wager."<br/>A buzzing vibration could be heard and felt a wasp landed upon a bit of grass, stained by the barbarian's blood.<br/>"More than I would dare to hope for, you are most tender in your touch."<br/><br/>A moment later, the wasp floated to his bulging and purple black eye, delivering a sting that he almost could not feel through the pain of his beating. There was a small trading post further along he remembered. Tended by Olaf, or Oleg...Ogmen perhaps, and his wife. He would go there and see what might be for sale, perhaps some food for ration at minimum. He had some coin left, hidden away in a pouch inside of his coat. There would be a reckoning, that he would most assuredly see to. These brigand scum had not heard the last of Selevahn Invelios.<br/><br/>