Doalty's sneer somehow becomes more... well, sneering, as Karisa finishes. "Oh, darling. If you even thought for a second that I was truly under your hold at any point, you're even more naive than I previously thought. Trying to charm a noble is like trying to poison a dwarf, my dear. Now. Your... contingencies. I do admit that this does indeed hinder me. After all, I can't just kill you, can I? Well. The solution is simple." Madame Doalty approaches Karisa, cupping her chin in her long-nailed hand. As she approaches, Ravin's gun prods harder against Karisa, making sure she doesn't try anything funny."My solution is this: You. Won't. Die. No matter what I do to you, you'll just keep on living. You'll keep on living until you wish that I had put you down like the little hellspawn mutt you are. You'll keep on living until you beg me on what remains of your hands and knees to please, please, just end it all. But. You. Won't. Die."Doalty moves to the window, a whimsical smile playing across her lips. "Oh, the fun I'll have! Do you know just how much pain one can inflict when one is wealthy? The number of devices designed specifically for fingernails alone is... baffling, to say the least."
Doalty's expression of mirth fades, is replaced with one of cold seriousness. "Now. I don't think you would like that, would you? Instead, I think I can offer you a better deal. One that involves a great deal less anguish. Unfortunately. Here it is: You tell me who you are working for. You give me everything you know, and you prevent that little dead man's switch of yours from going off. You lead me right to them, and from there... well, perhaps I'll let you go. You choose to run, and I show you just why your employers want me. I know you. I know your family. I know your friends. And if I can't make you suffer directly, I'll sure as Hell do it by proxy." Doalty stands in the same position Karisa was in a second ago, a cruel mockery of the confidence she had just exhibited. "Is that understood?"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Karisa wasn't happy with what was happening, not because she was been threatened, but because her tricks were not working. "You want me to betray who I am working for and you MIGHT let me live? If only you knew. They would definitely kill me live if that were to happen after dealing with you. You are lucky that they want you alive, otherwise I would have killed you by now." Answered with a small chuckle.
She took a more serius tone, but not a confronting one to show that she stopped trying to win against her. "Look, I personally don't trust them, and both of us want to have all the money and power we want to do whatever we desire. So I am thinking on making an alliance with you to get in a higher position within their group, and you'll get some benefits. Not getting what I have on you leaked, or getting killed by them, ways to get more information about anyone in the Carnish empire, amongst other things. But if you really, and I mean REALLY, want to go against them while keeping your way of life. You'll have to give me time while you pretend to be on my hand, and by extension, theirs." Se took a second to let Doalty digest her plan. "So, what do you say Madame Doalty?" Asked before streaching her hand towards the woman to finish the deal.
Madame Doalty sighs amusedly. "Dear, I don't think you comprehend exactly which sort of a situation you're in." She looks up at Ravin with a smile. "How about we play Choose the Finger? That sounds like some good fun." At this, Ravin reaches into their coat and pulls out a long, elegant knife. They unsheathe it, its blade glinting in the lamplight, and hold it casually in their left hand, the gun still pointed at Karisa's head. Madame Doalty smiles. "Last chance, Karisa, or I'm going to make you choose a finger. No, a toe. Toes are less obvious."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The tiefling lets out a sigh. "I tried to be nice, but you dind't listen. You'll regret that." Karisa says before pulling out one of her daggers (which she had hidden in her cloathing since Ravin didn't frisk her up) and slashed Ravin's hand that hold the gun.
(Please, give me high rolls)
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Sneak Attack (No Action): Once per turn, you can deal an extra 1d6 damage to one creature you hit with an attack with a finesse or ranged weapon if you have advantage on the attack roll. You don’t need advantage on the attack roll if another enemy of the target is within 5 ft. of it, that enemy isn’t incapacitated, and you don’t have disadvantage on the attack roll. 5
Cunning Action: You can take a bonus action on each of your turns to take the Dash, Disengage, or Hide action. (Karisa tries to hide so she can have a better control of the room) 8
(You cannot hide without some sort of cover, and hiding does not disengage, nor does it prevent prepared actions. If someone has a gun pressed against your head, nothing short of magic can prevent them from scattering your brain matter across the wall. Now here go the rolls, I got sidetracked for about 10 mins, sorry)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Well, I'm not that good with the whole "hide-disengage actions" in combat because I haven't used them at all, so maybe should've use the word disengage. I hope you can understand my confusion.)
(Regardless, disengage still would not have prevented a readied action. Anyways, the dice have been rolled, and it's not pretty. Well, here goes.)
As she reaches into her dress, Karisa barely gets the dagger in her hands when there is a deafening crack, louder than any sound Karisa has ever experienced. There is a brief moment of pain, the tiniest sliver of blossoming pain, before it is replaced by a mix of sensations that Karisa has never before experienced. First to be is her sight, winking out into nothingness. Not blackness, for black is a color, but an abject lack of color. That color that remains when all other colors are devoured, when one's perception and understanding of the visual world has been consumed by the rushing tide of incomprehension. Next, the feeling of her skin, her muscles, drifts away, is snatched up and destroyed, and Karisa is left floating in an empty void. Then. Pain. Panic. The indescribable feeling that is the very worst feeling a living being can experience. The sound disappears. Karisa can't remember what she was doing just a moment ago. Can't recall why she feels this way. Can't recall anything. Memories slip away like grains of sand, disappear and melt. Thinking is hard. Thoughts aren't. She doesn't. What is? What? Why? Why. W.
...
...
...
There is nothing. There is nothing, like there once was nothing, like there one day will be nothing.
It's peaceful.
And then, without warning, without thought or consideration for the feelings that don't exist of the non-being that one might have been known as Karisa Xarai, there is something.
And compared to nothing, something feels like everything.
Thoughts, sounds, sights, feelings, memories, all rush back into Karisa, and as her eyes flick open, she cannot quite tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. She kneels on the ground, slumped over. Her eyes are open, but she cannot blink. She can feel her body, but cannot move. Her mouth hangs open, a string of drool dripping onto the wooden floor. Her eyes shift slowly, painfully forward, and before her there is nothing but an audience of empty chairs. She is on a stage, the harsh lights bearing down on her. Never before has Karisa felt anything approximating "stage fright," but now, an inescapable, creeping dread wraps itself around her. A feeling which can only be described as "stage terror." Then, there is a sound. A scraping, keening screech, as something descends from above. No, not just something, multiple somethings. One brushes against Karisa's skin, and it is hot. Painfully hot. And it is sharp. For a moment, it rests against her skin, then it twists, pierces through her flesh. As it enters her body, Karisa can feel its shape. It's a hook. It jerks up, and Karisa's arm lifts. Another descends, sticking into Karisa's other arm. Another and another and another, sticking into her back, her neck, her head, her hands, and then all pull, lifting Karisa up. Pain tears through her body, as the hook buried in Karisa's scalp jerks her head back, forces her to look up. Then, music begins to play. A tinny symphony, of violins and flutes. And Karisa begins to dance. The hooks pull and twist her body into painful, aberrant shapes. She jerks and spins in tune with the symphony, each tiny movement sending agony shooting through her entire body. 'This is hell,' she thinks. 'This is my hell.'
And then, as if on cue, there is another scraping, keening screech, as something descends into the audience. It is shrouded in darkness that even Karisa's eyes cannot pierce, but its form is still perceptibly vast. Countless string-like shapes emerge from its body, and as several catch the light from the lamps that illuminate the stage, they are shown to be chains. Great, shining, brass chains, which ascend up into darkness. Though her head is fixed forward, Karisa can see out of the corner of her eye that the hooks that dig into her skin are made of the same burning brass, are affixed to the same thick chains. The figure descends into the seats, though they are too small for its body, and it instead hovers just above, suspended by the chains. It lifts a pair of hands, with long nails of sharp brass, and begins to clap.
"A marvelous performance, dear. A marvelous performance indeed. Shame about the part where you got killed, though. That certainly brought down the mood, now didn't it?"
Its voice is like tearing velcro, and each word causes Karisa's head to pound. The figure moves forward, into the light, and Karisa can see it in all its glory. Its thick, baggy cloak seems to be made of some sort of hempen cloth, and the great billowing thing covers the majority of its body. Brass chains emerge from it at seemingly random points, keeping it, and Karisa, aloft. The arms that emerge from the cloak are long and wiry, greyish skin adorned with countless scars and cuts. Chains emerge from these as well, sticking out of the skin as if they were a part of its body. The thing's head is hidden underneath a hemp bag, which seems to be stitched into its very skin. A crude, smiling mouth and eyes are stitched onto the cloth, gazing impassively at Karisa as she hangs. Two twisting black horns tear through the top of the bag, curving up and in until they almost touch, but never do. Slung over its back sits a shepherd's crook, with a wicked, bladed end.
"Well, now. You made a deal, did you not? Power, in exchange for your soul. The classic. And now... well, it seems you've gone ahead and squandered my gift. A little misstep, and bang! There you go. I suppose it can't be helped. These things do happen. Still, I can't claim not to be disappointed. I expected more of my own flesh and blood. What have you to say for yourself?"
The creature waits a couple of seconds, then laughs, sound like a thousand popping stitches, a million rattling chains.
"Of course! You can't talk, can you? Well, let me fix that for you!"
The creature snaps its brass-adorned fingers, and warmth rushes into Karisa's jaw. She can move again! Just her mouth, but it's better than nothing. The fiendish creature of chains and stitches waits. Its hempen face is unmoving, but it looks almost expectant.
(I think I forgot to actually expressly say this, but Karisa would know that this being, though she has never fully seen it before, is the same being that had its grip on her father's soul when she was conceived, and the same being which made a pact with her.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Karisa breathes heavily, all of this experiences were new to her, this kind of fear was in a whole different scale to what she has ever felt before. Yet somehow it was alluring, it filled her with an odd sensation of ecstasy. "So this is what it feels. I can see the appeal of this, but I can't wait to see someone else's reaction to this."she thinks to herself. She never experienced anything similar to bondage, sadism and masochism, and now she wants to see the faces of people living this kind of situation.
"Hi, dad..." she starts speaking with heavy breath and a snarky tone. "So this is how you really look like, guess I got the looks from mom."she added thinking out loud while looking in detail the being that was in front of her. "Sorry about coming here unannounced, it's all that low-life elf's fault. Why did he had to follow me and spoil everything? If it wasn't for him, I would still be alive. And Doalty, she should've listened to me instead of acting like the hag she is. If she is going to pretend to be a smart woman, at least she should act like one instead of treating me like she did and not accepting my offer." Karisa said, getting progressively angrier before taking a deep breath and looking at the being that still hold her body in the darkness with a smile.
"Sorry about that, they pissed me off a bit more than I'm used to... I, um, I would like to ask you a favor. Could you give me another chance in the land of the living so I could get the things that I want? I'll make it worth your while. If everything goes right I could give you more souls to feed on or whatever you want them for, unless you want something else entirely. In wich case, I can still give it to you."she asked with a pleading look.
(OOC: It took me longer to come up with what to post in a similar level to your post than I would've wanted. Also quick question, can the being hear Karisa's thoughts?)
(Roll intimidation. The DC will be pretty high, considering the pistol aimed at your face.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Intimidation check: 5)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(That wasn't good)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(Well now, this'll be interesting.)
Doalty's sneer somehow becomes more... well, sneering, as Karisa finishes. "Oh, darling. If you even thought for a second that I was truly under your hold at any point, you're even more naive than I previously thought. Trying to charm a noble is like trying to poison a dwarf, my dear. Now. Your... contingencies. I do admit that this does indeed hinder me. After all, I can't just kill you, can I? Well. The solution is simple." Madame Doalty approaches Karisa, cupping her chin in her long-nailed hand. As she approaches, Ravin's gun prods harder against Karisa, making sure she doesn't try anything funny. "My solution is this: You. Won't. Die. No matter what I do to you, you'll just keep on living. You'll keep on living until you wish that I had put you down like the little hellspawn mutt you are. You'll keep on living until you beg me on what remains of your hands and knees to please, please, just end it all. But. You. Won't. Die." Doalty moves to the window, a whimsical smile playing across her lips. "Oh, the fun I'll have! Do you know just how much pain one can inflict when one is wealthy? The number of devices designed specifically for fingernails alone is... baffling, to say the least."
Doalty's expression of mirth fades, is replaced with one of cold seriousness. "Now. I don't think you would like that, would you? Instead, I think I can offer you a better deal. One that involves a great deal less anguish. Unfortunately. Here it is: You tell me who you are working for. You give me everything you know, and you prevent that little dead man's switch of yours from going off. You lead me right to them, and from there... well, perhaps I'll let you go. You choose to run, and I show you just why your employers want me. I know you. I know your family. I know your friends. And if I can't make you suffer directly, I'll sure as Hell do it by proxy." Doalty stands in the same position Karisa was in a second ago, a cruel mockery of the confidence she had just exhibited. "Is that understood?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Karisa wasn't happy with what was happening, not because she was been threatened, but because her tricks were not working. "You want me to betray who I am working for and you MIGHT let me live? If only you knew. They would definitely kill me live if that were to happen after dealing with you. You are lucky that they want you alive, otherwise I would have killed you by now." Answered with a small chuckle.
She took a more serius tone, but not a confronting one to show that she stopped trying to win against her. "Look, I personally don't trust them, and both of us want to have all the money and power we want to do whatever we desire. So I am thinking on making an alliance with you to get in a higher position within their group, and you'll get some benefits. Not getting what I have on you leaked, or getting killed by them, ways to get more information about anyone in the Carnish empire, amongst other things. But if you really, and I mean REALLY, want to go against them while keeping your way of life. You'll have to give me time while you pretend to be on my hand, and by extension, theirs." Se took a second to let Doalty digest her plan. "So, what do you say Madame Doalty?" Asked before streaching her hand towards the woman to finish the deal.
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(Persuasion, please!)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Wish me luck. Gods of the dice, please give me a high roll, i beg you! 12)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(WHY AM I SO BAD AT THIS?!)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Madame Doalty sighs amusedly. "Dear, I don't think you comprehend exactly which sort of a situation you're in." She looks up at Ravin with a smile. "How about we play Choose the Finger? That sounds like some good fun." At this, Ravin reaches into their coat and pulls out a long, elegant knife. They unsheathe it, its blade glinting in the lamplight, and hold it casually in their left hand, the gun still pointed at Karisa's head. Madame Doalty smiles. "Last chance, Karisa, or I'm going to make you choose a finger. No, a toe. Toes are less obvious."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The tiefling lets out a sigh. "I tried to be nice, but you dind't listen. You'll regret that." Karisa says before pulling out one of her daggers (which she had hidden in her cloathing since Ravin didn't frisk her up) and slashed Ravin's hand that hold the gun.
(Please, give me high rolls)
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(The attack wasn't great, but the stealth was better)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
I... really, really don't want to kill you. But you missed, and you have a gun against your skull. I suppose the dice will decide your fate.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(But in her turn she used Cunning Action to hide, and it was a good roll.)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(You cannot hide without some sort of cover, and hiding does not disengage, nor does it prevent prepared actions. If someone has a gun pressed against your head, nothing short of magic can prevent them from scattering your brain matter across the wall. Now here go the rolls, I got sidetracked for about 10 mins, sorry)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Well, I'm not that good with the whole "hide-disengage actions" in combat because I haven't used them at all, so maybe should've use the word disengage. I hope you can understand my confusion.)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(Regardless, disengage still would not have prevented a readied action. Anyways, the dice have been rolled, and it's not pretty. Well, here goes.)
As she reaches into her dress, Karisa barely gets the dagger in her hands when there is a deafening crack, louder than any sound Karisa has ever experienced. There is a brief moment of pain, the tiniest sliver of blossoming pain, before it is replaced by a mix of sensations that Karisa has never before experienced. First to be is her sight, winking out into nothingness. Not blackness, for black is a color, but an abject lack of color. That color that remains when all other colors are devoured, when one's perception and understanding of the visual world has been consumed by the rushing tide of incomprehension. Next, the feeling of her skin, her muscles, drifts away, is snatched up and destroyed, and Karisa is left floating in an empty void. Then. Pain. Panic. The indescribable feeling that is the very worst feeling a living being can experience. The sound disappears. Karisa can't remember what she was doing just a moment ago. Can't recall why she feels this way. Can't recall anything. Memories slip away like grains of sand, disappear and melt. Thinking is hard. Thoughts aren't. She doesn't. What is? What? Why? Why. W.
...
...
...
There is nothing. There is nothing, like there once was nothing, like there one day will be nothing.
It's peaceful.
And then, without warning, without thought or consideration for the feelings that don't exist of the non-being that one might have been known as Karisa Xarai, there is something.
And compared to nothing, something feels like everything.
Thoughts, sounds, sights, feelings, memories, all rush back into Karisa, and as her eyes flick open, she cannot quite tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. She kneels on the ground, slumped over. Her eyes are open, but she cannot blink. She can feel her body, but cannot move. Her mouth hangs open, a string of drool dripping onto the wooden floor. Her eyes shift slowly, painfully forward, and before her there is nothing but an audience of empty chairs. She is on a stage, the harsh lights bearing down on her. Never before has Karisa felt anything approximating "stage fright," but now, an inescapable, creeping dread wraps itself around her. A feeling which can only be described as "stage terror." Then, there is a sound. A scraping, keening screech, as something descends from above. No, not just something, multiple somethings. One brushes against Karisa's skin, and it is hot. Painfully hot. And it is sharp. For a moment, it rests against her skin, then it twists, pierces through her flesh. As it enters her body, Karisa can feel its shape. It's a hook. It jerks up, and Karisa's arm lifts. Another descends, sticking into Karisa's other arm. Another and another and another, sticking into her back, her neck, her head, her hands, and then all pull, lifting Karisa up. Pain tears through her body, as the hook buried in Karisa's scalp jerks her head back, forces her to look up. Then, music begins to play. A tinny symphony, of violins and flutes. And Karisa begins to dance. The hooks pull and twist her body into painful, aberrant shapes. She jerks and spins in tune with the symphony, each tiny movement sending agony shooting through her entire body. 'This is hell,' she thinks. 'This is my hell.'
And then, as if on cue, there is another scraping, keening screech, as something descends into the audience. It is shrouded in darkness that even Karisa's eyes cannot pierce, but its form is still perceptibly vast. Countless string-like shapes emerge from its body, and as several catch the light from the lamps that illuminate the stage, they are shown to be chains. Great, shining, brass chains, which ascend up into darkness. Though her head is fixed forward, Karisa can see out of the corner of her eye that the hooks that dig into her skin are made of the same burning brass, are affixed to the same thick chains. The figure descends into the seats, though they are too small for its body, and it instead hovers just above, suspended by the chains. It lifts a pair of hands, with long nails of sharp brass, and begins to clap.
"A marvelous performance, dear. A marvelous performance indeed. Shame about the part where you got killed, though. That certainly brought down the mood, now didn't it?"
Its voice is like tearing velcro, and each word causes Karisa's head to pound. The figure moves forward, into the light, and Karisa can see it in all its glory. Its thick, baggy cloak seems to be made of some sort of hempen cloth, and the great billowing thing covers the majority of its body. Brass chains emerge from it at seemingly random points, keeping it, and Karisa, aloft. The arms that emerge from the cloak are long and wiry, greyish skin adorned with countless scars and cuts. Chains emerge from these as well, sticking out of the skin as if they were a part of its body. The thing's head is hidden underneath a hemp bag, which seems to be stitched into its very skin. A crude, smiling mouth and eyes are stitched onto the cloth, gazing impassively at Karisa as she hangs. Two twisting black horns tear through the top of the bag, curving up and in until they almost touch, but never do. Slung over its back sits a shepherd's crook, with a wicked, bladed end.
"Well, now. You made a deal, did you not? Power, in exchange for your soul. The classic. And now... well, it seems you've gone ahead and squandered my gift. A little misstep, and bang! There you go. I suppose it can't be helped. These things do happen. Still, I can't claim not to be disappointed. I expected more of my own flesh and blood. What have you to say for yourself?"
The creature waits a couple of seconds, then laughs, sound like a thousand popping stitches, a million rattling chains.
"Of course! You can't talk, can you? Well, let me fix that for you!"
The creature snaps its brass-adorned fingers, and warmth rushes into Karisa's jaw. She can move again! Just her mouth, but it's better than nothing. The fiendish creature of chains and stitches waits. Its hempen face is unmoving, but it looks almost expectant.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(I think I forgot to actually expressly say this, but Karisa would know that this being, though she has never fully seen it before, is the same being that had its grip on her father's soul when she was conceived, and the same being which made a pact with her.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Karisa breathes heavily, all of this experiences were new to her, this kind of fear was in a whole different scale to what she has ever felt before. Yet somehow it was alluring, it filled her with an odd sensation of ecstasy. "So this is what it feels. I can see the appeal of this, but I can't wait to see someone else's reaction to this." she thinks to herself. She never experienced anything similar to bondage, sadism and masochism, and now she wants to see the faces of people living this kind of situation.
"Hi, dad..." she starts speaking with heavy breath and a snarky tone. "So this is how you really look like, guess I got the looks from mom." she added thinking out loud while looking in detail the being that was in front of her. "Sorry about coming here unannounced, it's all that low-life elf's fault. Why did he had to follow me and spoil everything? If it wasn't for him, I would still be alive. And Doalty, she should've listened to me instead of acting like the hag she is. If she is going to pretend to be a smart woman, at least she should act like one instead of treating me like she did and not accepting my offer." Karisa said, getting progressively angrier before taking a deep breath and looking at the being that still hold her body in the darkness with a smile.
"Sorry about that, they pissed me off a bit more than I'm used to... I, um, I would like to ask you a favor. Could you give me another chance in the land of the living so I could get the things that I want? I'll make it worth your while. If everything goes right I could give you more souls to feed on or whatever you want them for, unless you want something else entirely. In wich case, I can still give it to you." she asked with a pleading look.
(OOC: It took me longer to come up with what to post in a similar level to your post than I would've wanted. Also quick question, can the being hear Karisa's thoughts?)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh