<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Rabi Peaks</span></span></strong><br/>As Bram made his way towards the pillar of smoke, wedged in the midst of a labyrinth of stone spires, he would suddenly feel a sharp prick on his back.<br/><br/>"Don't move."<br/><br/>A bandit clad in leather garb and a flowing red scarf had crept up behind him, holding a spear to his back. The faint smell of booze wafted in the air, on the man's breath.<br/><br/>"That's Soulspire garb," he snarled, pressing the point of his weapon a little deeper into Bram. "Gonna have to take you to Lysa, I am. Go on!" He prodded, corralling Bram towards the source of all the commotion.<br/><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Banditbanner.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/452860.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Bandit Ship 'Lance of Tatun'</span></span></strong><br/><br/>Around the corner, the sounds of celebration boomed and echoed. Drunken cheering, the roasting of meats over crackling fires and loud, hearty songs filled the air. The smell of caramelized meats, roasted vegetables... it was to die for. The bandit who had led Bram here prodded him insistently, leading him up a central ridge to a massive ship. In the distance, and all throughout the the nearby ridges stood hundreds of men, some on lookout duty, while others just drank and ate to their heart's content. The ship itself looked like part of the cliff itself, and certainly was a match for its size. Probably about the size of a large apartment building, it had been anchored into the ridges. A large, looming blue crystal peeked out on the deck of the ship, but looked to be dim and inactivated.<br/><br/>The surrounding cheers died down when Bram walked into the encampment, all eyes turning to stare.<br/><br/>"Soulspire!" Some voices shouted, inciting a chorus of jeers and boos.<br/><br/>Before long, Bram was led before a woman, dressed in greaves and a flowing red robe. Her generous cleavage stood proudly in the air, barely covered by her attire. Curled horns protruded from her head, looking shockingly real. She was surrounded by a group of other bandits, all seated around a campfire. Meats and ales littered the little enclave, casually tossed wherever there was space.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Lysaportrait.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Lysa.jpg)</div><strong>Lysa, Devil Prime</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Thief-clas</span></strong><strong>s 10/x/9/12/8</strong><br/><em>Veil of Shadows, Crimson Gaze</em><br/><br/>"Lysa, I found-"<br/><br/>A hand silenced the man. The woman was in the middle of finishing a particularly succulent looking chicken leg, perfectly roasted and dripping with juices. Not a single word was said until she finished eating, about a minute later.<br/><br/>Lysa looked Bram in the eyes, standing up to meet his gaze. She walked to him, taking slow, deliberate steps as she sized him up. Bram was taller then her, but the woman had a devilish aura about her that sent shivers down the spine and drained the blood from the hands and feet.<br/><br/>"Those are Soulspire robes," Lysa growled, lifting one leg to rest it on a nearby rock.<br/><br/>"You from the Temple?" She asked, her voice threatening, as if daring him to say yes.<br/><br/>