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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

Autumn rain fell lightly on the city of Lockacre as midnight closed in. The city streets were dark and empty in the pitch black night, the moon and the stars hidden by the black clouds above. It had been growing colder day by day, but not enough to allow for ones breath to cloud. Not that that had ever been a problem for Pale, at least not since her... Change.

She hadn't fed yet tonight. And with the streets as empty as they were thanks to the rain, her prospects for changing that were looking fairly grim. No one had as yet discovered her condition, and she was glad for that given the sheer number of people in this city. It was the perfect hunting ground, just enough distance between people that no one tried to become friends with her, and just enough hedonism abound within the city's walls to make for an ample number of potential targets. There might even be a few within the river city that wouldn't mind her presence even if they knew what she was, given enough time to get used to her.

She passed a tavern, lantern light and the sound of boisterous laughter still coming out of the windows. She was passing through one of the less scrupulous neighborhoods of the city, so there would likely be a great deal more than just a few drunks inside, but that only presented more opportunities for her. It wouldn't be the first time that a man in this city had mistaken her for a whore, nor would it be the first time that a member of that particular profession offered themselves to her, for a price. It also might not be the first time that she had acquired her nightly meal through either such means either, if she went for either option.
 
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Stepping into the tavern, Pale automatically cowered as she no doubt attracted many looks from the customers wondering what a lone woman doing in a place like this. Keeping the hood of her light woolen cloak over her head as if trying to avoid attention, she looks for an empty table.
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

Rolls
Perception: Success.

Pale did indeed attract quite a few stares as she entered the tavern, though none of the clearly drunk men allowed their eyes to linger upon her for more than a few moments. Finding a small table off to the side in the heavily cramped and crowded tavern, Pale settled in alone, and after a short while was largely ignored by the boisterous crowd. Save for one. A trio of men dressed in thick leather armor that bore the insignia of House Corlis, one of the lesser noble houses that held power in Lockacre, were still sending not so covert glances in her direction with increasing frequency, and muttering amongst themselves words that Pale couldn't hear over the din of the common room.

A short while after she took her seat, a barmaid approached her, the young dark-haired and fair-skinned girl holding a friendly smile as she quickly said; "Good evening miss! Might you like something to drink? Or, if you're hungry, we're still serving dinner." Her looks marked her as local, though her sky-blue eyes spoke of some heritage from the North as well. She was quite pretty, though some of that was hidden by the grime that had accrued upon her due to her duties. That hadn't stopped any of the drunken men at the bar from leering at her, however.
 
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Shooting a quick look at the men, Pale turns to face the barmaid. Reaching into her beltpouch, she pushes a few coins across the table. "Mulled wine, please." the vampire says in a quiet voice, her slight smile hidden from the lookers.

Assuming the men do nothing, Pale drinks her wine and leaves. If they follow, she'll lead them to some back-alley, trying not to be obvious about it.
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

Rolls
2 denarii per glass, and she only buys one, so 2 coins it is!
Perception: Success.

The barmaid nods and replies; "Two denarii a glass." Once the coins are handed over, the woman leaves and quickly returns, offering her a smile and quick curtsy once she has been assured that Pale doesn't want anything else. After downing her glass, the three men continuously sending covert glances her way, Pale stands and simply leaves the bar. Heading out the door, Pale headed down the dark streets once more.

It didn't take her long before Pale realized that she was being followed, and a glance behind revealed the three men from the tavern following along behind her. A few casual turns later onto smaller streets to make sure, and she was sure of it.

Eventually, she managed to turn into a dead end alley around a church, and the three followed her there, fanning out to block the entrance as their pace slowed to a casual stalk. "Good evening, miss. Are you lost?" The man in the center asked casually, tiling his head with a lopsided grin upon his face. The other two men wore matching expressions.
 
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Turning around in the alley, Pale regards the three men. A cynical smile appears on her face as she sees them trying to block the entrance, though her eyes seem harder. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't get lost" Pale says in a sarcastic tone before commanding the shadows of the night to surround these foolish men and moving to the side, preparing for the inevitable attack.
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 46/51, Status = Fine

Rolls
Stealth: Pale wins! She is now hidden.

"Oh, we're not-" The man quips back, but is cut off mid sentence as blackness descends over himself and his men, conjured at Pale's command and laid out over the group that had her cornered in the alley. A short bout of shouting comes forth from the three of them as Pale moves aside, before the one that had spoken and one other pushed on through the blanket of darkness that she had called, their arms held out in front of them for a moment before they came to a halt right where she had been standing a moment ago. Neither of them knew where she was at this second, but they likely would shortly given the lack of cover in this alley. The third of their number seemed to have gone in the opposite direction, back out into the empty street, but there was no guarantee that he would stay there.
 
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As two of the men stumble forward, Pale's smile holds. She deftly steps past the closer one and spins, driving her stiffened fingers to the base of his skull, intending to knock him out, stepping into the darkness she had created.

Sneak attack closer of the two, then move to within the Patch of Darkness.
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 46/51, Status = Fine

Rolls
Attack: Automatic Hit.
Damage: *Takes a look at Pale's unarmed damage.* >.>;
Moving on.
Stealth: Pale wins! She is safely hidden in the darkness.

The compatriot of the man that had spoken up until now was the closest to her, and so he felt the wrath of the back of Pale's hand, and tumbled lifelessly to the ground. He wasn't dead, only knocked out, but he wouldn't be waking up any time soon. She vanished into the shadows she had conjured before the other man could even react to his fellow falling on his face. The man immediately knelt down and shook his fallen ally, and then called out; "George! Are you alright!" Another voice quickly called back; "I'm alright! Can't see through this big black cloud."

The first man quickly called back; "Stay back a step and e careful! He just dropped, and that wench we came in after disappeared! I think she must be some sort of witch! Stay there, we're coming to you!" He hesitated a moment, grumbling as the man on the other side of the shadows shouted an affirmative and backed several feet away from her wall of shadows. Then, hefting his fallen comrade over his shoulder, their apparent leader took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes as he entered her wall of shadows, and started jogging across the other side. The man's path would take him right by where she was standing, if she wanted to strike at him as well.
 
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Letting the man almost past her, Pale's hand then shoots out to grab his arm as she calmly stops him from getting away.

Action this ground: initiate grapple. Unless the man manages to escape, next round bite+venomous attack(paralysis)
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 46/51, Status = Grappling with a helpless victim

Rolls
Attack: Automatic Hit.
He is grapple!
Grapple: Pale wins! Om nom nom....
Damage: 10 + 8 + 1 - 10 = 9 damage.
Resistance: Pale wins! He is now paralyzed!

The man stumbles as he runs into Pale's outstretched hand, and almost drops the man that he's carrying. "What the fu-" He stops, shuddering, as Pale's fangs sunk into his throat. He let out a startled groan of pain, and then a weak scream as she both drank his blood and injected her venom. He wasn't the best she'd ever had, but he was certainly healthy enough for her to gain a good deal of sustenance from him. He was helpless in her grasp within seconds, and quickly passed out after a few seconds of her draining and the release of her venom. His fellow who was outside of her shadows hesitantly called; "B..... Boss? Are you in there? Are you alright?"
 
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Pale looks at the fallen men and shakes her head in disgust and then turns her attention to the remaining fellow. "You should run, little man. Or perhaps you too would like a lesson on what happens when you try to assault a helpless woman." Pale calls out in a quiet voice, the tone speaking volumes of what kind of lesson it would be. Assuming the man leaves, she then turns her attention back to the two unconscious men and searches them for valuables. After a moment of hesitation, she also strips them and rolls their clothes into a bundle, which she takes with her when she leaves, content to walk around the town and enjoy the night before being forced to hide from the sun once again.
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

(Gain 2 exp, 30 denarii, 2 shortswords (one handed swords,) an enhanced dagger (a one handed sword with +2 to attack and damage rolls) and two sets of leather armor.)

Pale quiet but deadly tone had the man shaking as soon as the first sentence left her lips, and he promptly bolted away, leaving Pale to her two unconscious victims. Stripping them, they hadn't had much in the way of coin, their leader having had twice as much as his fellow. In addition to their swords and the armor they wore over their clothes, the man who had done all of the talking had a fairly well crafted dagger tucked into a sheath hidden in his belt. The two had been stripped down to their skivvies, and she had had her nightly meal, and had likely made a bit of coin off of the whole event as well.

Leaving the scene of the brief skirmish, where the shadows that she had conjured quickly faded, Pale wandered the darkened city of Lockacre throughout the night, finding little of note besides a few people who had passed out in a drunken stupor, until, as she walked down one darkened alley, the scent of freshly spilled blood entered her senses. A few yards into an alley, a young man in the robes of a priest of Doraleous was collapsed against the wall, his hand holding to his belly. Copious amounts of blood coated his front and had formed a pool underneath him, and the septic scent coming from him suggested that either whoever had done this had slashed open his bowels, or that the young man had soiled himself. There were no valuables about the man that Pale could see, and it was no stretch of the imagination to guess that he had been robbed.

As she examined him, the young man stirred, and looked up at Pale with desperation in his eyes. "P... Please.... He... He.. Help... Me!" He whimpered, shivering in cold and pain. Unless he received some very significant help soon, this man was not long for this world. Even then, his survival would require some skill in the healing arts if he was to survive.
 
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Pale looks around, trying to see if those who did this are still nearby while considering her options. Finally she sighs and drops on her knees, trying to stop the bloodflow or at least slow it down. Searching her own memories for answer, she directs the man a questions in a cool tone, her expression being one of annoyance more than anything else: "Is there someone who could help you nearby?"
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

Pale, not being much of a healer, had little luck in stopping the man's blood loss. "Ch... Chapel..... Head... Priestess......" The man gasped, coughing up blood. The temple of Doraleous was three blocks away and he probably wouldn't be getting there on his own, but dawn was drawing close. She had maybe an hour left before she had to get inside or risk being incinerated by the morning sun, if that. There was a doctor nearby, about two blocks away, but it was in the opposite direction of the temple and there was no telling if they would even be awake at the time.
 
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There was just too much damage. The smell of blood, even combined with the less savory smells coming from the man was still almost mesmerizing. It wouldn't really be my fault...He'd die anyway if I wasn't here...No! He doesn't deserve to die that I know of, so I'll bloody well save him if I can.

Pale discards the bundle she was carrying save the swords she hangs from her back and lifting the man easily on her arms starts running towards the chapel, cursing in her mind about getting her clothes dirty. Luckily it doesn't take long to get to the chapel, the smell and the touch of blood almost overpowering in her mind.

Ignoring anyone else on the streets, Pale heads straight to the chapel doors, kicking them open - or to pieces - if needed. "This man needs help!" Pale calls out in uncharacteristically loud voice, looking around for the first time.
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

The man gasped in pain as Pale lifted him off the ground, her supernatural strength making the task easy despite his great weight, and he immediatley passed out. By the time she reached the church, her arms and front had been coated in the man's blood, but she hadn't passed anyone, not even a drunk or a patrolling guardsmen as she made her way through the streets of Lockacre. The door smashed inwards as she kicked it in, and a middle aged man in a white, sleeveless shirt and grey trousers came out of a doorway to her immediate right, a warhammer in his hands.

He gave her a fierce look, but paused before he took a swing at her with the weapon, and realization and recognition both quickly dawned on his face. "Come on, this way!" Was all that he said, and then led her through the door he had come from. Tearing the blankets off of a bed that lay within, he said; "Put him down here, quickly!" Once she had complied, he knelt over the injured man, who had become deathly pale in the moments it had taken her to carry him to this place, and closed his eyes. She watched as magic flared from the older man's hands and into the younger one's torn belly, pouring into him and causing his wounds to close. The septic smell left, leaving Pale only with the scent of his blood, which still covered her.

The older man collapsed off of the bad to a chair nearby, covering his face with one of his bloodied hands for a moment before looking back at her. He stayed that way for a moment or two, but then dropped his hand and turned his head to look at her, a great many questions obviously forming in his mind. It didn't take him long to begin asking, and she could hear the exhaustion in his voice, but the first thing he said to her was; "Is any of that blood yours?"
 
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Despite her best efforts to ignore it, the scent of blood still lingers on her mind as Pale obeys the man. Stepping away from the wounded, she watches as the priest uses his magic to heal him.

As the priest speaks to her, Pale can barely hear the words, and she avoids looking at her clothes or the priest's bloodstained hands. "I...No, he..." Closing her eyes for a moment, Pale does her best to concentrate on what she's saying: "When I found him...whoever attacked him was already gone."
 
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Pale: HP = 97, PP = 52, EP = 51, Status = Fine

"Alright, well I suppose that's for the best. If you'd been there, there'd probably be two corpses lying in the streets." The older man sighed, and then shook his head. "Thank you, miss. You've saved that boy's life, and I can count the number of people in this city that'd go through the effort to do that on one hand." He held up three fingers, and then smiled wryly and rose to his feet.

He paused, a look of concern on his face as he noticed her closed eyes, but he shook his head and allowed his expression to drop to a neutral mask, and said; "I can show you to the baths we have here, and try and get you a change of clothes. There aren't many in your size lying around, I'm afraid, but I'm sure I'll scrounge something up. Also.... We don't have a lot of money right now, but I can offer you a reward on behalf of the church for saving one of its own."
 
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Opening her eyes again, Pale manages an unsteady smile, the smell getting easier to tolerate now that more fresh blood isn't added to it. "Thanks. I really need a bath right now. It's been a while since I last had a proper one."
 
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