[[ Big post to move things along, after a chat with Iggs. Apologies for the wall of text ]] Iggwilv,Aug 17 2015 wrote:Scene: Temple of The Abyss
Odette dons her disguise although she is sure for the time being that no one has seen her. She creeps back out to the corridor, behind her comes the demon. There is a tense moment as the Lilitu passes directly past the pool of shadow she hides but the creature passes her by apparently having not seen her. She is alone and unobserved, the dead man's body casually discarded in the room she left.
The pounding of her blood in her ears as the Lilitu closed in was a deafening roar of both excitement and fear of discovery; an intoxicating rush that saw mere seconds drag by as though they were minutes. As the demon passes, relief all but floods through Odette's system in ice cold currents. A single breath passes through her lips in exhale, as the bardess considers the situation at hand. True enough she had information to take away, but was it enough? And more importantly
did she have the time? Odette casts a glance back at the room she had exited and mutters under her breath. No doubt whatever useful information the man had on him had already been removed; torture rarely comes from the need to find something already had, after all. Still, the bardess knew she would be foolish to leave without checking for some missed detail, just in case. With the Lilitu removed from the room, disguised and cloaked in shadow, she returns to heed the chamber's beckoned call. Careful steps through the pooling ichor takes Odette back to the corpse of the man nailed to the table, fingers briskly working over his body to delve within pockets and pull back sleeves; patting down the body for anything of value. Throughout the process the clandestine intruder deliberated her next course of action; theorising the flippancy of society's views, and the use of magic as a crutch when related to death at the back of her mind.
It was then the bardess made her move. Pulling a dagger from the sewn in leather slip at the back panel of her boots, Odette works to pry the nails from both flesh and wood; brows furrowed within the shadows of the hempen cowl. Thick blood of the recently deceased amalgamated at the entry point of the wound, painting the scene in crimson disarray with each wiggle of the iron stake as they're pulled free and cast aside without a sound. A vigilant glance is cast back to the door, slightly ajar, for signs of any movement; at which point, disguised by the sounds of the ringing bells, the bardess hummed eight notes, the last four in repetition of the first to conjure of a veil of
Greater Invisibility for the corpse. A secondary bar of briskly timed notes provides Odette with the enhanced vision of
See Invisibility.
With the first step of her plan underway, the disguised cutter moved back to peer through the doorway. Odette knew what she was doing could be considered barmy, if for no other reason than the fact she was going to considerable effort for a body that had already passed on. Regardless, the opportunity was one she couldn't and wouldn't pass up for any number of reasons. Knowing full well she would not be able to transport the corpse through shadow without considerable risks, and that many of the fiends who walked these halls would likely be able to see through such guises; she would have to find another way. Carefully pulling the door open, Odette could hear the thundering beat of her own heart in her ears, almost convinced that her pulsing muscle would burst forth from the cavity in her chest at any moment. It was
glorious.
Into her satchel slender fingers dipped, retrieving from within it's leather confines; a flask-like vial made entirely of glass and brimming with magically confined flame. A distraction. Timed to the beat of her thudding heart, Odette knew she had to act fast. Carved totem in one hand, fire bomb in the other, the robe-clad woman followed through on the second step and softly hummed an additional three notes of bardic power. A brisk flick of her tan fingers saw tendrils of
Grease flick in the direction of the furthest open door; one that she gauges is within distance of both the spell and her capable throwing arm. Failing that, she sends it careening down the corridor in the opposite direction she had come, as far as she is able. Two fire bombs are lobbed toward the grease, one after the other.
It was time. Withdrawing back into the room, a final bout of notes sounded under the din of ringing bells was harmonised; the toll numerous spells had begun to take of her being in terms of fatigue went unnoticed in the shadow of adrenaline. Concealing herself with invisibility also, a sudden brush of her fingers over the carved wood in her hand gave way to the sudden sickening crack of bones shifting and warping painlessly into the form of a
Dire Wolf. With that, Odette wasted no time. A shake of her shaggy mane and a roll of beastial shoulders saw the She-Wolf grasp at the clothed form of the liberated corpse with powerful jaws. A wriggle through the open door of the torture chamber was the mark set for her to get the hell out of there, bounding strides of a four-legged hound at full speed working overtime to take her in the direction of the exit with the corpse of a man ragdolling from an animal maw at the behest of a shredded tunic.
Within the hours that followed her departure to the from the Temple of the Abyss, should she be successful in doing so, a rolled note is then sent to Factor Rhistel Aidan of the Fated. It tells little, and one might wonder if hindrance or help. Either way, the scrap of parchment is sent unsigned.
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