Since we're on the subject, I might as well share my run in with Sorchia and her friends. This happend back on December 6th in the Small Park of the Landing.
Edited to add: She is attacking me because she saw her SF container window refresh.
You reach into Sorchia's diamond-clasped backpack and pull out a dragonfire emerald.
You secretly place your dragonfire emerald into your ale-stained satchel.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
You reach into Sorchia's diamond-clasped backpack and pull out a grey moonstone.
Rafanithea just arrived.
You secretly place your grey moonstone into your ale-stained satchel.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
You reach into Sorchia's diamond-clasped backpack and pull out a grey moonstone.
You secretly place your grey moonstone into your ale-stained satchel.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
You reach into Sorchia's diamond-clasped backpack and pull out a green sapphire.
You secretly place your green sapphire into your ale-stained satchel.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
You attempt to blend with the surroundings and feel confident that no one has noticed your doing so.
Sorchia darkly says, "Steal from me again adn you will lose your life."
Sorchia just closed an enruned diamond-clasped backpack.
You reach into Sorchia's pockets and pull out nothing. (Note: this means she never saw me)
Sorchia darkly says, "Bastards."
Sorchia gestures.
Sorchia appears to be keenly aware of her surroundings.
Sorchia searches around for a moment.
You move into position to stalk Sorchia when she moves.
Sorchia gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Sorchia gestures.
Salmanassar is discovered by Sorchia!
Sorchia raises an eyebrow in Salmanassar's direction.
Sorchia hisses.
Sorchia nods to Rafanithea.
Rafanithea gestures.
A sudden burst of bright light emanates from Rafanithea's hand!
You are revealed from hiding!
You yawn.
Sorchia traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Sorchia gestures at you.
CS: +343 - TD: +354 + CvA: -21 + d100: +14 == -18
Warded off!
You are now in an offensive stance.
[Roll result: 241 (open d100: 91) Bonus: 5]
You crouch, sweep a leg at Sorchia and connect!
Sorchia falls to the ground! You deftly regain your footing.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Speaking to Sorchia, you say, "Stop."
Sorchia smirks.
Speaking to Sorchia, you say, "It wasn't even me."
Sorchia stands up.
Sorchia traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Sorchia gestures.
The ground around you seems to shake violently, making it hard to stand.
Rafanithea loses her balance and falls over.
Ashmoreth loses his balance and falls over.
Salmanassar loses his balance and falls over.
Seravadon loses his balance and falls over.
Jeskin loses his balance and falls over.
A fluffy white cat pauses with uncertainty.
A small long-winged falcon pauses with uncertainty.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
[Roll result: 168 (open d100: 18) Bonus: 5]
You crouch, sweep a leg at Sorchia and connect!
Sorchia falls to the ground! You deftly regain your footing.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Sorchia roars at you!
Roundtime: 3 sec.
You attempt to blend with the surroundings and feel confident that no one has noticed your doing so.
You pull a slender crimson mithril stiletto from your straps.
[Roll result: 209 (open d100: 54) Bonus: 15]
You spring from hiding and attempt to grasp Sorchia by the chin while slitting her throat with your crimson mithril stiletto!
You slice deep into Sorchia's vocal chords!
... 21 points of damage!
Roundtime: 5 sec.
You carefully slide your stiletto into the leather arm straps, and adjust for optimal angle.
Rafanithea stands up.
You say, "Problem solved."
You dust off your hands.
Sorchia grins evilly.
Speaking to Sorchia, you ask, "Anything else?"
Cuchullain says, "But she's a lass."
Speaking to Cuchullain, you ask, "And?"
Rafanithea gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to her aid...
Sorchia glances at you and folds her arms over her chest.
Rafanithea gestures at you.
A nearby townsman hurries off screaming, "Rafanithea has committed disturbing the peace!"
A thorny vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and begins to thrash about violently!
The thorny vine lashes out at you, but is unable to grasp you.
The town constable walks in, with a number of weapon-wielding deputies behind him.
With great ease, the town constable grabs Rafanithea and shackles her wrists.
"Ah-ha! The boys at Helga's said I might find something interesting here," says the town constable.
The town constable then drags her off.
You shake your head.
You say, "Amazing."
Sorchia waves a hand at you, dismissing you indifferently.
Speaking to Sorchia, you say, "And it wasn't even me."
Speaking to Sorchia, you say, "Way to assume."
Sorchia shrugs at you.
(I sneak off to the constabulary to wait for Rafanithea)
You attempt to move silently into the local constabulary.
[Wehnimer's, Constabulary]
The front room of the local constabulary contains the desk of the town constable. The oaken floor is scuffed by countless feet dragged across it, obviously most reluctantly. Behind the desk is a weapon rack. A strong, ironbound door with a narrow, barred grate leads east. You also see the Constable's desk with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out
You remove a clear glass vial of light yellow acid from in your ale-stained satchel.
>o
[Wehnimer's, Cheridin Ave.]
On the west side of this narrow stretch of Cheridin Avenue is the wooden back of the Moot Hall, and the dour building that houses the local constabulary and its jail looms along the other side of the street. To the southeast, a stone dome rises over the compound that surrounds the Landing's largest temple. The traffic here flows quickly north and south without much pause. You also see the town constable.
Also here: Rafanithea
Obvious paths: north, south
Roundtime: 1 sec.
You move into position to stalk Rafanithea when she moves.
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a clear glass vial of light yellow acid into flight.
You throw a clear glass vial at Rafanithea!
AS: +391 vs DS: +73 with AvD: +102 + d100 roll: +63 = +483
The clear glass vial shatters upon impact!
... and hit for 30 points of damage!
Nice blow to head!
Rafanithea looks dazed!
She is stunned!
Rafanithea is showered with acid!
... 20 points of damage!
Acid wash cleans the skin off part of the nose and cheek!
Roundtime: 4 sec.
You remove a green-tinted vial filled with thick acrid smoke from in your ale-stained satchel.
Acid continues to sear Rafanithea's skin!
... 15 points of damage!
Spray of acid bites deep into the skin over the sternum.
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a green-tinted vial filled with thick acrid smoke into flight.
You throw a green-tinted vial at Rafanithea!
AS: +391 vs DS: +43 with AvD: +102 + d100 roll: +72 = +522
The green-tinted vial shatters upon impact!
... and hit for 25 points of damage!
Nice blow to right arm!
Rafanithea is covered with a sticky, electrically-charged film!
... 15 points of damage!
Visible wisps of electricity shoot up right arm. Youch!
Roundtime: 4 sec.
Acid continues to sear Rafanithea's skin!
... 5 points of damage!
Splash to chest runs off before it does worse than blister the skin.
The acid stops bubbling.
The film coating Rafanithea's skin sparks suddenly!
... 20 points of damage!
Heavy shock to right arm numbs elbow.
Rafanithea just left.
I later overheard Rafanithea threatening to get her "sisters" and her "granny" involved.
Huh, it seems that these morons travel in packs. Someone should do some research on that.
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