Completed In the shadow of His mercy

[Inoadar]

Inoadar Just when Inoadar thought he had the bounty hunter caught, and doomed to imprisonment and death, the man underwent an incredible change of facade, transforming into a pleading but respectful "ambassador' of goodwill and trade with Nyka. He turned to the Stryfe soldier, leveling a sudden turn of attitude at him. "Oh thank Rhysol you arrived, good sirs. This man, this...Parnell?...did you say? Well, he attacked me! I was here, showing my proper respect for the goodly worship of our noble neighbors to the north, when this madman accused me of attacking his friends, or daughter, or something." Inoadar stood amused at first, expecting the guards to hush this nonsense at any moment. But as the man went on, Inoadar found belief forming in the features of the lead guard's face. The bounty hunter swung his hand accusingly toward the group of friends that had aided Inoadar against the attempt on Vera, turning the situation into a vile act of inexcusable misunderstanding and overreaction "...and right in the presence of your temple! Why in Nyka, they'd already be in chains!" he added, taking the words right from Inoadar's mouth, reversing the offense. The guard turned a scowling expression toward the poisoner, who found himself strangely befuddled and speechless. 'Hypnotism!' Inoadar tried to gather and focus this accusation to counter the man. But the bounty hunter interrupted him. "I am just a member of a simple team of traders, here to bring fresh meat to Ravok. We'd heard of your plight and were bringing a gracious gesture on behalf of our city, and this fool comes at me accusing me of trying to kill him! As you can see, his cohorts have already assaulted me assistant. Maybe even killed him!" "NO!" Inoadar roared, trying to force his voice into expressing the words he found catching in his throat. But a thought kept battering at his focus, the seeming knowledge that he always have a terrible stuttering problem when I try to accuse an innocent man. "N-No! H-he-he's l-l-lying!" Inoadar blabbered, his own fury and frustration adding naturally to the hypnotically inflicted stuttering. Even as he tried to act on the knowledge that he was being hypnotized, additional layers of subtle misdirection made him question his own certainty of it. HAD he always stuttered?...WAS this man innocent? But a pause of clarity asserted itself. Inoadar had fought against hypnotism often enough to have a better resistance to it than most. He could see the bounty hunter, sweaty and trembling, clearly straining against the effort he was having to go to. Inoadar's resolve was bolstered. 'He's going to over give! He may be already!' he crowed inwardly in anticipation of triumph. he knew he had just had to resist a little longer. But then he saw the real obstacle. The lead guard's eyes were swimming in a strange dizziness. The bounty hunter was over giving because he was hypnotizing the guard squad leader now! Inoadar shook off the stutter as he tried again to explain. "Nn-no. I h-have been at-t-tacked by N-nykans bef-fore. Y-y uo kn-now this." he tried to recall the name of the Commander and Paladin that had questioned him after one such incident, but his focus was still too fuzzy. "He's not a citizen! He attacked a citizen! And right here in front of the temple! He should be arrested!" Even as he said it, he knew his remark about the offense of transgressing in the temple was clumsy, and sounded ingenuous. It sounded as though he was only copying what the bounty hunter had said. Instead of lending legitimate credibility and outrage to his own position, he only had the effect of bolstering the bounty hunter's complaint. And it was also too late to consider that the only actual citizen...Vera...was out of sight. The squad leader barked suddenly. "Who are YOU to make that claim? You are no citizen either, Parnell! The Stryfe knows your true status." He swung his angry expression towards the poisoner's associates. "None of your friends are either! Arrest them!" Panic gripped Inoadar. He thrashed to bring himself face to face with the guard leader. "Sir! You are hypnotized! HE is doing it to you. Don't let him fool you! Take me in if you must, but take him too! Yes, you know my status. I'm not trying to hide anything! I was already tested by Ematho himself! If you really know me, than y-" The guard leader had heard enough. Incensed fury suddenly blossomed across his face "Gag him!" he ordered his subordinates, pointing at Inoadar. All hope drained from the poisoner's heart as the gag was crammed in his jaw, dropped open as it was in grim incredulity. The bounty hunter's face was a sneer of pure triumphant malice, turned safely away from the guards. But even at the last, the bounty hunter had one last inspiration. Seeming to be motivated by purely diplomatic concerns, he asked the guard if he couldn't be allowed to take the offender back to Nyka with him, to let the offended city decide his punishment. He graciously added that, though the others did assault his associate, they were surely only misguidedly obeying their volatile friend; and that their ensuing prison sentences ought to reflect this. The Stryfe Commander smiled hatefully, "Why not?" All was lost...Nyka had finally caught up to him...his friends jailed and condemned...Vera unprotected. Burke would probably be newly enslaved. Inoadar tried to shake off this defeat and maintain his fatalism. Clearly he and all his friends had failed in their past lives, to come to this end. His only hope, outside of some miraculous salvation by some citizen willing to step forward as witness, would be that Ematho would hear of it, know it was false, and punish this commander for letting himself be victimized by this cursed foreigner. Neither event seemed very likely.

[Faolan Lundgren]

Faolan Lundgren Faolan's first response to this man leaning in close to him was to bare his teeth and step back. Reigning in that particular response he merely fidgeted again with a slight twitch of his upper lip. He kept his grip on Vera's hand as she didn't drop his in response to finding her guardian, he wondered at that. Most children he had seen would release the hand of a stranger in exchange for being reunited with their parental figure. "My name is Faolan. I was assisting the woman with the dark eyes in finding Vera in the crowd. I mean the girl no harm. I'm sure the woman wouldn't have trusted me with the girl if she thought I would hurt her." he stated resolutely. For some reason this man didn't sit right with him, but he couldn't pin down why. Perhaps it was the fact that the smell of blood clung to him, or it was the harsh tone that the man had taken with him that caused the young Kelvic to not trust the person before him. At the mention of the Stryfe he glanced around nervously again as he eyed the man before him warily. Any reason to trust this man was quickly eroding and only the girl kept him rooted to the spot. He was irritated about his own need to protect hard wired into his very being causing him to wind up in this whole debacle. When Vera questioned the identity of the man before them he barely restrained himself from simply picking her up and charging off into the crowd where they could blend back in and hide until her real parent or guardian could be located. As Vera engaged with the man calmly though the young man's own curiosity kept him in place. The mixed responses annoyed him, curious and yet wanting to take the girl and run, it was almost headache inducing. Staring in amazement as the man changed into someone else, his true self from the sounds of it, his head tilted slightly to the side. He hadn't seen this type of magic before, not that he knew of anyway, and found it fascinating. For the moment his need to disappear into the crowd was completely overridden by his curiosity of the man changing back into himself. Huffing lightly at the man's attacking words he once again had to resist showing his teeth in irritation. Vera's safety trumped any desire to lash out at the irritating man before him. Not to mention starting another scene in the middle of the crowded temple would not end well for him, especially against someone who could wield magic. Faolan didn't know much about fighting in his human form anyway so he would be at a disadvantage even if the other wasn't a magic user. A growl almost came from him at the latest form of insult directed at him but he somehow managed to choke it back, clearing his throat instead. He seemed surprised when the girl took off into the crowd, dragging him along, but he followed after her swiftly enough. A twinge of panic shot through him as he realized they were headed right for the Stryfe. He wasn't sure he should blindly trust the little girl at this point but he had dedicated himself to her safety and he hoped that he wouldn't end up regretting it. When they came upon the scene of the group of people who had been fending off Vera's assailant earlier under arrest he struggled to get his fear under control. Being arrested would be one of his worst fears coming true but he couldn't act out of sorts or he would stick out that much more as a non-citizen. Doing his best to dampen the fear he came to a stop beside the girl and glanced at the faces of those that were gathered together, one of them being gagged. He recognized this man as the one that the irritating man had imitated earlier, he must be Vera's true guardian. Waiting for his fate to be sealed he looked down at the girl to see what she would do about the situation before them.

[Inoadar]

Inoadar Inoadar looked around in desperation. But there was no salvation. Rough hands pulled him to his feet. His hands were wrenched behind his back as he felt the manacles clasp his wrists tightly. The bounty hunter and the Ebonstryfe Commander had similar expressions of malice and satisfaction. It was not so much that he was going to die, but that he was going to be dragged back to Nyka and made a spectacle of. He vowed right then and there he would somehow prevent this, even it it simply meant leaping from the wagon to leap off a cliff to his death. But this was not going to save his friends. He could see them even now, looks of grim horror as leashes and chains were flung upon them. Some were pushed to their faces, knees and feet upon their backs to add to the inescapability of their fates, which were sure to result in slavery, if not torture and death, despite the bounty hunter's phony appeal for leniency. Inoadar thought of trying to barter his cooperation for mercy, but there was nothing in the faces of his adversaries to suggest any hope in that strategy. They had no reason to be lenient. Those that had stood with him were not citizens. One even a slave, and a Kelvic. They were ripe for the full measure of the law. And the fact that he was not truly a citizen was the last nail in their collective coffin. His word was worth nothing. He had to hand it to the bounty hunter, the story about being a meat merchant, bringing succor to the people of Ravok, had been well played. He wanted to scream for the man to be made to show this wagon load of meat, but he was gagged. His last prayer was that the soldier would wish to escort him to his alleged wagon, and would then find the evidence of the man's falsehood. Surely the bounty hunter could not maintain his hypnotic hold for that long. But the Nykan seemed to realize this problem for himself, "I thank you sir," he said to the Commander, "My servants and I can take him from here. You have enough on your hands with them." His wave indicated the group of new prisoners, Inoadar's friends. The Commander nodded respectfully to the Nykan, then turned murderous eyes back towards the doomed group. The Commander seemed suddenly to waver slightly on his feet, looking temporarily uncertain of his surroundings. A ray of renewed hope burst through, and Inoadar shook himself free of the hold and tumbled forward into the crowd. He needed to prevent the Nykan from getting out of sight before the hypnotic spell wore off. He knew that once there was nothing to trigger the Commander's memory of what had transpired, he would have no reason to question his distorted actions. The Nykan cursed and dove after Inoadar. Confused citizens, not knowing what was going on, kicked at the poisoner, and blocked his escape. "Nice try, you bastard," hissed in his ear as he was hoisted back up and spun around to see an Ebonstryfe gauntlet cock back to bludgeon him into unconscious defeat. There was a collective gasp at the impending blow, and a half-tick of silence as onlookers cringed in anticipation. All but one...A little girl's furious protest, "NO! YOU HAVE THE WRONG MAN!"

[Vanari]

Doomed, the Vantha echoed in her own head, the confines of which were rapidly shrinking in the face of pure panic. Doomed, doomed, doomed... Ari wasn't sure what kind of sorcery was involved, but things had gone from 'mildly bad' to 'absolute pile of nightmare shyke' in the span of less than three or four chimes. And when the bounty hunter cleverly offered to take Nolan off of the Stryfers' hands, her heart sank well past the pits of her stomach. Only to rise again a little as the poisoner somehow managed to break free. Escape, run, flee! Vanari willed silently. Someone had to find Vera. Someone needed to make sure she was safe. The Vantha would have gladly followed, if only to cause enough of a distraction to give Nolan more time. But no sooner had he dove into the crowd than he was recaptured, obliterating whatever small mounts of hope she'd gathered in a last ditch effort. They were done. Finished. All Ari could think about now was the horror of that raised gauntlet as she forced herself not to look away. And then the very last voice she expected to hear cut through the air. Vera. Every pair of eyes present, including Ari's own vividly violet ones, turned to the source of the childish voice. A mix of dread and pride and desperate hope swelled within the vagrant's chest. Vera shouldn't have been there, shouldn't have come back. But seeing her in all of her fiery conviction...Vanari had to hold back tears as she watched the brave child face all those bounty hunters and Ebonstryfe on her own. "This is no business of your's, child," the Commander scoffed. He was in mid-process of motioning one of his men to take care of the nuisance when Vera's young but clarion voice rose once more. "It is!" she insisted, "Because that man tried to hurt me, my slave, and my auntie. And he wants to kill Master Parnell!" A dark little finger pointed straight at the Nykan bounty hunter, who was looking just a smidgen less smug than he had moments before. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated something as trivial as a girl child interfering with his plans. The Commander seemed to give this some thought as a sliver of suspicion began snaking its way into his eyes. About bloody time, Vanari seethed to herself. Why hadn't the Stryfer bothered questioning the bounty hunter before? "Is that so, child?" the imposing man questioned, turning to face Vera in earnest. Such a movement, though simple in nature, nonetheless caused Nolan's little protege to gulp in fear. "Are you saying that all of these people are related to you, and you and your Master were the victims of this farce?" Not even hesitating, Vera nodded emphatically. "Come here and explain to me in detail, girl," the Commander ordered. But as soon as Vera moved to step forward, a commotion broke out once again amongst the crowd. Apparently, one of the Nykans decided to cut his losses and make a run for it. Cursing under his breath, the Commander gave immediate orders to secure the runaway. "Detain that man at once!" Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Vanari wanted to whoop and dance with joy. She knew better than to press their collective luck though and managed to stay relatively still. But a delirious grin stretched across her features from ear to ear as all of the bounty hunters were captured as well. "We'll get to the bottom of this yet," the Commander announced flatly.

[Yoona]

It'd been little over a season, and at this point in time, Yoona had become more or less tolerant enough of her position in life that she understood the treatment it entailed. That didn't mean, however, that she'd grown to accept it, nor did she hate it any less than she had when she'd first been dragged from the sprawling deserts of her home.

Suffice it to say, the Chaktawe woman was a bit more than just peeved when the nearest Ebonstryfe soldier brushed her off, choosing to give her a look instead of respond to her words. And it was a look that she'd seen plenty of times, before, in the eyes of one too many Ravokians in the cursed, lake-bound city.

Know your place.

For a moment, Yoona couldn't do much else but continue to stand and stare at him, at a loss for words as her mind roiled with frustrated thoughts. The wretches in black armor...they were all the same, all convinced that the superiority they held was something that was due to them, that was owed. And the one here hadn't even bothered to listen to her; he was so petching high up on his impossibly tall pedestal that he probably had clouds jammed into his ears.

'All this nonsense about questioning...shouldn't they already know what happened?' she mused, narrowing her eyes at the man. He didn't look too concerned. 'For petch's sake, they've been doing nothing but flanking crowds and staring at people all petching day...! They saw what was happening...they could have intervened at any damned point!!'

And yet, they hadn't. Honestly, it was starting to seem as though the Stryfe soldiers had waited for the whole thing to escalate. Yoona couldn't think of what kinds of gains they'd get out of doing such a thing, but other than that she couldn't make sense of why they had taken so long to act.

Of course, if they hadn't, it probably would have resolved itself. Vera was safe with the black-haired boy, and the man who'd attacked her had been dealt with...

...but then there was Inoadar's problem, which had turned into something much worse since the Stryfe had decided to step in. Shifting her attention away from the soldier, Yoona peered over some heads to see what was going on with the poison-crafter. Words were being exchanged between the hooded man and the other soldiers, and while a good amount of them flew right over Yoona's head, she could understand enough to realize that her mistress' surrogate father was in deep, deep shyke. Whether it was his own fault was something to be debated, later; right now, all that mattered was finding a way to get him out of this mess.

Yoona liked to believe that it was possible. She had no idea what the nature of their "relationship" was, if they even had one, but the man had saved her life, before. As much as she hated to admit it, she owed him for that. Standing by and doing nothing as the man was chained, gagged, and whisked off to prison didn't sit well with her.

The poison-crafter broke free, only to have the surrounding crowds move in and block him from getting away. When the Stryfe soldier stepped up to hit him, Yoona darted forward, unable to stop herself as she started to shoulder her way through the masses. 'Great...less than a bell's passed and things have already gone to Hai. I shouldn't even bother, but I am, and at the very least can make some sort of distraction or...tear the smirk off of that lying wretch's face—'

Hands roughly seized her arms and yanked her backwards, and before the Chaktawe woman could so much as cry out in surprise she was forced to the ground. An vicious growl bubbled up from Yoona's throat, but when she tried to push herself back up, something dug into her back and brought her back down, her cheek and stomach pressing into the cold floor.

'Damnit, damnit, damnit!!' Yoona internally yowled, tilting her head a little so that she could look up. Sure enough, there was a Stryfe keeping her down, using all of his strength to keep her arms behind her back, while another stood by and warily observed her, looking as though he was prepared for her try something sneaky.

The Chaktawe woman chose to ignore him, focusing more on how she could free herself from the other man's grip. Clenching her teeth she started to writhe and thrash around, kicking her long legs and wriggling her shoulders and hips around as much as she could in an attempt to throw him off. And when it was clear that that wasn't working, she tried harder.

It couldn't end this way. It just couldn't. There was no way in the world that Yoona was going to let herself get thrown into a cell, all because she'd put herself in danger to help a girl who couldn't stay in one place for a single chime. She hadn't even wanted to come to the stupid temple, to begin with...!

All of a sudden, a shrill, defiant voice pierced the air. Yoona recognized it right away, but was still shocked as it carried on, insisting on Inoadar's innocence and how they'd all been the victims of whatever it was that had happened. From her place on the ground, it was impossible to see anything other than the feet of the gathering worshipers, let alone Vera's face, but from the sounds of the voices that carried throughout the temple, it seemed as though the Stryfe were willing to listen to her. Then there were shouts and running footsteps, along with some ensuing scuffle that Yoona decided was someone being restrained. The hooded man, perhaps?

The Chaktawe woman's struggles died down enough for one of the soldiers to clasp manacles around her wrists, and the familiar feel of metal biting into her flesh was enough to send her into a spitting, swearing frenzy. The thrashing, however, had stopped for the time being. And as menacing and incomprehensible as her words were, the two soldiers didn't look worried, one venturing to nudge her in the stomach with the tip of his boot.

"Quiet down, slave," he ordered, glaring down at her. "Nothing's been solved, yet, so either you cooperate with us or we make you."

Yoona huffed at him, but bit down on her tongue to keep herself from going on, resorting to quietly fuming in her spot.

What a day. What a wonderful, petching day.

"Tawna" | "Common" | 'Thoughts' | Ruki

[Inoadar]

Inoadar The Commander took Vera aside, and began to question her, out of earshot. The remaining guards kept everyone where they were. After several chimes of dueling glares with the Nykan, Inoadar's concern began to rise again. He knew that the Commander was not likely to take a child's word alone for something like this. But the only others that would vouch for the truth were under suspicion as well, and their testimonies would seem too self-serving to be taken at face value either. They came back after what seemed like a half-bell, and Inoadar's spirits sank to see Vera crying, her eyes downcast as if she could not meet her master's eyes after failing him. Inoadar wanted to tell her that it was alright, that it must be what the Rhysol willed. A twinge of thought hung on the notion that she had accepted this philosophy as well, and that she should not be acting this way, but he chalked it up to her age. The Commander ordered everyone involved brought before him. As they gathered them all together, Inoadar noticed a new presence. A robed, hooded man, clearly trying to go unnoticed, while remaining nearby. He wanted to shout a warning, but he was still gagged. "We are at an impasse!" The Commander announced. "I have conflicting stories, with only that of a child to tip the scales in your favor." He indicated Inoadar's party. "It is no surprise, or proof of anything, that she speaks on your behalf." he scowled down at her, and her head drooped even lower. "However, the word of a foreigner is no more to be trusted, unless he is a valued merchant who trades regularly, and has established himself with our city. At least the child is a citizen." Inoadar was unsure what the soldier was leading up to. Again his eyes were drawn to the mysterious newcomer, lingering on the perimeter of the gathering. He did not like the stranger's presence, nor the opening the Commander was leaving for the bounty hunter to stake a claim of an established reputation through hypnosis. He could just see the Nykan coming to the same conclusion. And enough time had passed that he feared the man had recouped enough djed to make good on it. Inoadar did not know if any of his friends had been aware that the Nykan had used hypnosis, so that they'd know to mention it. Vera had not mentioned it when she'd returned to stop the beating Inoadar had been about to receive. She'd only mentioned "hurting" and "trying to kill", which the Nykan would be able to counter with a claim of self-defense. The Commander spoke again, "So I will have to put you all to the question and see what we can glean from that, unless you can think of another way..." For himself, Inoadar thought this to be good news. He was sure he could outlast the Nykan. But he did not think his friends shared his conviction or eagerness to be tortured. And if enough of them surrendered to give contrary testimony, it would undermine his own. Fortunately, the Nykan didn't share his enthusiasm either. "But sir, this man is a past Champion of The Second Edict. They give devotion to the Celestials through self-torture. There is no way that we...simple merchants...can hope to endure what HE can." He complained in earnest. Inoadar felt a surge of pointless pride and laughed through his gag, earning a smack from a mailed gauntlet. The Commander turned suddenly accusing eyes on the bounty hunter. "Is that so? I had gotten the impression that you did not know this man. You spoke as if you had never met him before, yet now you identify him as some champion of your city. I would think that would be someone you would know, sir." The bounty hunter fashioned a quick cover, "Uh, well yes...but only after you called him "Parnell". All in Nyka know that hated name. He is a murderer of an elder of that organization. I did not know who he was when he attacked my party. He probably thought we were sent to find him. I do not deny I knew it was possible, but that was not the reason for my trip. I only thought of it after I realized who he was." The Ebonstryfer's gaze did not waver, "So, you are NOT a bounty hunter sent to retrieve him? And you know him to be named "Parnell"? And you have a wagon load of meat to bestow in good faith to our city?" Inoadar glared with renewed hope at the Nykan, catching him casting a slightly concerned look his way. "No, of course not..." The man began, his brow displaying the concentration one might need to induce hypnosis. "And I know his true name to be 'Trandino Adarius'. And I'm sure the wagon has been unloaded by now. It has always been unloaded right away, by your good carters on my many past trips. There is no need to check all this out, you know I have been her numerous times before." The resolve of the Commander visibly wavered against the onslaught of hypnotism, and Inoadar tried to pull free to disrupt the bounty hunter's concentration. Just then, the stranger stepped out of the background and slammed his elbow into the back of the bounty hunter's head, staggering him. The Commander blinked several times, then glared in raw fury at the bounty hunter and grabbed him by the throat. "Lying Nykan scum!" he hissed and slugged him in the stomach, bringing a mailed knee into the man's face as he doubled over from the punch. The other soldiers released Inoadar's friends to add their own kicks and and punches to the bounty hunter and his cohort. The stranger knelt before the Commander, "By your command sir, I followed with auristics. And as you suspected, the man tried to use hypnosis on you just now. I suspect that all the child told you is, in fact, true." The Commander turned to smile down at Vera, who was suddenly in high spirits. "You're a brave little girl...Vera? Was it? You are a credit to the citizens of Rhysol's city." Vera beamed, "I am proud to be a citizen of Rhysol's city. It was He that gave me the strength to come back and face you. That's what Uncle Nolan and Aunt Vanari say." "Well, I guess we should let them go, shouldn't we." The Commander said, waving vaguely in the direction of Inoadar and his friends. He then approached them, his look stern, "You have escaped a dire consequence this day, thanks to the spirit of this child. It is to your credit that you have raised her to be so fearless, and to carry her papers on her..." Inoadar stifled a grimace at the memory that it had been Isaak that had actually recommended that. The Commander's face did not lighten, "But I would strongly recommend you non-citizens either give Our Lord your oath of allegiance, and become citizens, or leave at the first opportunity. It is only in recognition of the service you have performed today that I say this. I am not otherwise obligated to aid foreigners in avoiding trouble." He turned away, dismissing them, but before they left, as if to prove his point, he pointed at the two cowering Nykans, "Take them to The Hole." he said, loud enough for Inoadar's friends to hear. A block away, the last Nykan infiltrator grimaced and turned to leave, trying to ignore the sounds of his fellow Nykans wailing in anguish and protest. He would return to his city and report on yet another failure to bring this "Parnell" to justice. It would be his recommendation that Nyka forget about him altogether. The belief that the man did not have the personality to be loyal to ANY city, or ANY god, had turned out to be wrong. He was far too firmly ensconced in the circles of this city to be reached now.

[Alea Davenport]

Thread Award! Inoadar: Skills: Leadership 1 Planning 1 Disguise 1 Investigation 1 Persuasion 1 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster Hypnotized by Blind Bounty Hunter from Nyka Instruction from Ebonstryfe: Seek Citizenship or Leave Extras: Loss: 12 mizas Gain: One flowery scented hat Notes: Please remember to edit your request to show that it was graded. Yoona: Skills: Intimidation 1 Observation 2 Intelligence 1 Interrogation 1 Persuasion 2 Wrestling 2 Leadership 1 Unarmed Combat 1 Escape Artist 1 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster The Magnificent Sight of the Black Sun Temple Faolan: Offered to Help Parnell's True Name is Tradino Adarius Vanari: Skills: Disguise 1 Stealth 1 Persuasion 1 Intimidation 1 Brawling 1 Tactics 1 Observation 1 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster Yoona: Vera's Slave Promise to Stay with Vera Blind Bounty Hunter: Followed from Nyka Redd-haired Ally Parnell's True Name is Tradino Adarius Instruction from Ebonstryfe: Seek Citizenship or Leave Notes: On your CS, your housing still claims you’re living in Nyka. You might want to update that Faolan Lundgren: Skills: Meditation 1 Observation 2 Tracking 1 Stealth 1 Tactics 1 Persuasion 2 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster The Magnificent Sight of the Black Sun Temple Tracking Women by Smell Helping Vera Daegron: Can Change His Appearance Parnell's True Name is Tradino Adarius Instruction from Ebonstryfe: Seek Citizenship or Leave Daegron: Skills: Acting 2 Observation 1 Socialization 1 Planning 1 Impersonation 2 Morphing 2 Subterfuge 1 Unarmed Combat 1 Intimidation 1 Persuasion 1 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster The Magnificent Sight of the Black Sun Temple Recognizing Hypnotism in Others Morphing Model: Nolan Parnell Parnell's True Name is Tradino Adarius Verin Rush: Skills: Deduction 1 Intelligence 1 Subterfuge 1 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster Redd: A Not-So-Free Slave Extras: Loss: 600 GM fine for Redd’s “disruption” Redd: Skills: Intimidation 1 Lores: Prayer Meeting for Freedom from the Lake Monster Verin: New Master Extras: Exacerbated Rib-Cage Injury. Additional three days to heal. Additional Comments: Well, that Vera's a little spitfire isn't she She saved all your butts and you know it. If you have any questions about the grade, please feel free to PM me and we can discuss it.