Caravan

[*Midnight]

Emila pats the body down for anything resembling a map patrol routes or written orders, then knowing it will take at least a day for the body to be anything but a lifeless corpse she stuffs it into a bag of holding.

[*Darkrob]

“Cripes…” Charles mutters to himself before looking the trio over. He watches them for a few moments, taking in their physical makeups and equipment choices. Finally, with a slight sigh, he begins.

First he motions to the female.

“starting with you… I require a brief background of yourself and then tell me what makes you the best choice here. When you finish, you do the same (motioning to the insect) and you as well (finally pointing to the short creature). I have room for one more person. The pay is good, an even five grand… so I only want the one who can earn it… and if this degenerates into a ‘last man standing’ deal… do it somewhere else and simply have the victor return. I would prefer to do this in a civilized manner… but time is short and I don’t want to spend a lot of time on this, so whatever works.”

[*Selebius]

Reading through the orders she notices that this squad was meant to relieve another squad which is on guard duty in a tower nearby, watching the battlefields outside and manning the siege engine.

This squad seems to have been there for two shifts already and appears to be exhausted so relieving them has the highest priority.

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The tiefling steps forward, shooting a last glare at the fiends. Her accent is thick, showing she is probably from an abyssal community or perhaps Plague-Mort.

"I am Xavara.... a tracker and hunter. I have Baatezu blood I was told but I do not care. I am who I am.
Several Caravans I guided through the Abyss and Hades and Gehenna- working also as a tracker and a guard.

I know how to fight... and I know when not to fight."

She steps back a bit and the first fiend steps forward then says two lines- first in Draconic, then abyssal and infernal- probably hoping Charles is able to understand at least one of this languages.

"Zuuuhl. I fight for money, I guard for money, I never fail."

This creature seems simpleminded but pulls a bundle of documents from a worn looking pouch- offering them to Charles after having finished its introduction.

The Corruptor does not speak- it just projects its voice into Charles' mind, using its racial telepathy for communication.

"I am Aaswald, Assassin and guardian. I have been to the Abyss before on many assignments and I know how to work as a guard or if needed.. how to remove an obstacle.
I have sharp eyes and a sharp blade and many talents and you can use them all."

[*Midnight]

Not wasting any time Emila casts all her prayers for combat and when she is in sight of the tower she lets her body melt away into an inky cloud of black smoke. She drifts up the tower trying to find away in. Her undead she holds back knowing in the cinfines of the tower she will do better lone with them flanking after she has drawn enough attention.

[*Selebius]

There are no wards blocking Emila's approach- only two rather exhausted looking guards in a room at the bottom of the tower. In a small room nearby four warriors sleep in their bunk beds, some half eaten meal still on the sole wooden table of the same room.

As Emmy floats higher she passes Six warriors on duty- patrolling the stairs, watching the blasted, cold landscape from narrow arrow slits (which are warded well against even gaseous intruders). They might be tired but still try their best to be ready for combat- yet they clearly do not expect an attack coming from within their tower.

[*Midnight]

Emila begins with what seems the easiest task she takes on soild form inside the room with the four sleeping guards. She attempts to slit as many if their throats in tgeir sleep as she can.


//Her move silently is 0 ranks + 8 racial modifier + 6 ability modifier + 1 prayer - 8 armour penalty Would you roll for me please?

[*Selebius]

((sure))

They snore, the smell of sweat and stale smoke heavy in the room and she Emila kills the first his struggling is easily silenced by the blankets.

She is not used to stealthy work anymore and it shows, her clumsyness resulting in an empty bottle rolling over the ground... but her luck holds and noone wakes up.

Soon the others join the first one, their bedsheets soaked with blood.

[*Midnight]

She reanimates the four bodies sending them to tackle the two guards whilst her other undead waiting outside she has rush the front. Knowing the spell will make a loud noise and alert the tower she runs to the doorway her frame made larger with a rigteous might spell, preventing more than two of the six guards upstairs from attacking her at once.

[*Selebius]

The guards outside sound the alarm as soon as they hear the Vampire cast her spells, the gong sounding unnaturally loud in the corridors and halls.

And soon its call is answered, more bells and gomgs chiming in, alerting the garrison.

Yet those two brave Hobgoblins cannot avoid their fate and they are ripped apart quickly, managing to take down one of the undead before being overwhelmed.

Emila has an easier time with her opponens, the narrow stairs allowing only one Hobgoblin to engage her.

The first two fall quickly enough but Emila feels the others start to delay, to play for time, hoping reinforcements will arrive soon.

[*Midnight]

Knowing she will die quickly should the full might of clangors garrison fall upon her she issues a mental command to have her undead pick up the two bodies and follow her up the stairs. She uses a haste spell and rushes to find the remaining four.