<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8a/JinxTiefling.png/436px-JinxTiefling.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ghaazala</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=697124)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body">Female NG Tiefling Duskblade, <strong>Level</strong> 8, <strong>Init</strong> -2 (Yes, negative), <strong>HP</strong> 67/67, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21, <strong>Touch</strong> 14, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 17, <strong>Fort</strong> +9, <strong>Ref</strong> +6, <strong>Will</strong> +5, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> +8/+3   <br/><strong>Reach, +2 Trip, +2 Disarm/avoid disarm +1 Living Chain (Barbed) </strong> +13/+8 (2d4+7, x2)<br/><strong>Whirling 3/Day, Reach, Trip, +2 Disarm/avoid disarm +1 Whirling Scorpion Chain </strong> +13/+8 (1d6+7, 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>Dagger (2) </strong> +12/+7 (1d4+4, 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>+1 Mithral Breastplate</strong> (+6 Armor, +4 Dex, +1 Natural)<br/><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 18, Dex 18, Con 16, Int 15, Wis 9, Cha 14<br/><strong>Condition</strong> Anti-Disease Tonic (+5 Save/Disease) until 2:30 PM tomorrow.<br/></div></div><br/>The tiefling lets the other members of the party pursue the fleeing wight as she stomps on her chain, preventing the heavy links from slithering off into the sewage and requiring a messy rescue. Ghaazala leans down to scoop the weapon up, tugging a ragged-looking, well-oiled cloth from her belt and beginning to polish the long strand of links and blades, stroking the cloth almost caressingly along the dark metal, practically petting it as she gets rid of traces of muck and bits of dead thing. She grunts noncommitally at Serge's assertion, then follows the sound up with a dry mutter after a brief pause, "Beginner's luck."<br/><br/>In response to her compliment, Wren gets...Was that a wink? No, surely it must have been a trick of the flame weapons' flickering light.<br/><br/>"Thing is, no law says they<em>don't</em>travel in packs, either." Ghaazala tucks the cloth away and spins the chain with a whirring thrum, then lets it spiral close around her left arm until its bladed tip slaps flat into the gauntleted palm of her hand. "They<em>can</em>make more of themselves from their victims, and those'll stick close to their 'parents'. I'm sure they'll get feisty and territorial with each other when there's little prey about...but in<em>this</em>city? Plenty to share, here."<br/><br/>She bends down, scooping up the head of the decapitated wight by its rancid red hair, and studies its face thoughtfully for a moment. The tiefling frowns to herself, then swings it hard against the wall, flattening one side of its face with a sickening crunch before peering at it again and suddenly smiling. "Aaaah. Thought I recognized you, Luth. That cheekbone had time to heal...Huh."<br/><br/>Ghaazala peers into the dead thing's eyes for a few moments, then shrugs and bowls the lopsided skull down the tunnel and into the darkness, where it bounces once or twice on the catwalk before plopping into the sewage with a low splash.<br/><br/>"I don't tend to think of'em as having much to do with things like arson, nor kidnapping."<br/><br/>"Wights, I mean. Luth...Yeah, Luth<em>would</em>mug somebody,<em>if</em>they were crippled enough and he'd seen something shiny fall into their beggin' bowl. He'd probably have lit<em>himself</em>on fire if he'd tried to torch a building, though."<br/><br/>She runs one of her other chains through the fingers of her hand, winding and unwinding it around her right fist. "And I'd say he's been busy bein' dead. Don't know as I'd go back to the Captain with<em>this</em>. Can't say this lot necessarily had<em>anything</em>to do with what he wants. Just more crap in the sewers."