She pauses in her speak hoping that Orshallan will believe that he mesmerizes her, “Actually today is my first day my High Righteousness.” She frowns giving a anxious look, “I hope I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
She looks worried and shifts her eyes from Orshallan to the floor waiting for his replying knowing that she never answered his real question.
"No, you did very well," Orshallan says with a small smile. He's really quite a handsome man, particularly when he smiles. "You seems very comfortable here for one so new. I'm sure you'll do great things here. Now, what may I call you, so that I am not reduced to calling you simply 'miss.'"
[OOC: Rybaer, the mages and other riot controllers already left, so you're left, for the time being, just with the two guards. I assume you attack one of them.]
*Torr leaps on the running guard, determined to bring him down before he can do something as stupid as bring help. Your claws latch into his armor and your rake at him with everything you have, as well as trying to sink your teeth into his throat. You shread through places in his armor, drawing blood and creating gaping wounds. The other guard looks at you in horror, drawing his sword.*
"Help!" he cries, as he lunges at you. "Weretiger, help!"
*You can hardly dodge entwined as you are in the guard's partner. The sword slashes along your ribs, drawing only a bit of blood. The guard looks pale but determined. His sword, you see, is not silver.*
*Ralam, the guards are otherwise occupied by Torr, and you turn to the captain, who is gasping his last. Leaning over him to finish the job, the dying man finds enough strength to clap his calloused hand over your face. You were so certain he was dying that you missed his sudden movement. He showed surprising speed for a dead man. You feel a sudden, exquisitely painful shock run through you, then his hand drops to the ground. A pool of blood seeps from the man, and you can tell that whatever he did cost him his last bit of strength. He's decidedly dead now. You leave your calling card on his side, in a place not too obvious.*
*Outside you hear the sounds of a struggle as well as a shout.*
[OOC: Torr takes 14 points of damage. Ralam, take 12 points of damage.]
*Aekir, your questions are answered mostly by Ssessarina.*
“Extraplanar creatures are hard targets, particularly ones that come and go as they choose. What information do we have on them?”
"We know they are drawn by the poor and downtroden that are in distress. Obviously they do not respond to everything, and tend to come when there is more often a single victim and aggressor. There is a magical signature, but it is often muddled. We have some items that might allow us to track them, should we but encounter one face to face. Touch it to them and we would be able to track them.
"We've mostly seen them around the Hollow, but not in it yet. Never too near the Godswalk, and oftentimes close to the river. Often in the quarters of the inns and boarding houses, not often in the markets. Never among the noble's quarters.
"They appear as knights arrayed for a festival parade, in shining armor and plumed helmets, with glowing eyes. That is what we know so far. We've had some plans of instigating a favorable incident in an appropriate area in order to attempt to use the magical tracking device."
"
Or me. Once I have their measure, they cannot hide from me," The Ghost whispers from his corner. Ssessarina nods in agreement.
“Will we be working as a team or individuals?”
"Both. There will be some individual asignments of observing and watching, and some actions that will require two or more. We will be in communication daily."
"The Butterfly is in charge, though I have been appointed the second in command. All my orders come from him."
“What kind of recompense should I expect?”
"Substantial. Anything you need to get the job done, plus another twelve thousand at minimum, possibly bonuses," Ssessarina says with a thin-lipped smile.
