Nethrida

Addiela looked in that direction and got a twinkle in her eyes as she turned back to call out to Neth. "One more place before we leave?"

Nethrida deadpaned at the spook house, then leaned towards Ryn "I've decided we're NOT going there..." she nodded with great confidence that the matter was thusly resolved.

As the group surveying the now quiet battleground, they had two corpses, one man still trying to stop his nosebleed, two men face down begging for their lives and an ear.

Thwock looked around in dismay and took off his silk top har to mop his brow. "Well. this escalated quickly...'

The company were standing between a goblin in a top hat and six local thugs in taffeta....and they had just been called freaks. At that point Addie insulted their coutour, and the encounter therefore took a more serious turn.

((The following is part 1 of the Valentines RP held by Three Graces, so proceed with caution - Xan's Humble Chronicler))

Nethrida gripped onto the handle of her sword, standing in her combat stance breathing in and out heavily, cursing to herself as she launched herself into another flurry of attacks, her sword gleaming in the sunlight as she grit her teeth as she delivered blow after blow to her imaginary foe. Each more precise than the last. Atleast untill her mounting fatigue caused her to miss the rock on the ground. She trips and falls flat on her face with her sword landing down infront of her.

(The events of this story take place shortly after The Linhir RIpper - Epilogue 2 )

Nethrida stood at the docks just north of Linhir, staring out to sea with a half glazed look in her eyes, absent and unfocused as she went over the events that had just transpired, Ordan's announcement to the townsfolk of Linhir about her part in driving Mans... Or "The spirit of Death" as he called the spirit. Announcement, which implications troubled her greatly.