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HP = 56, PP = 49, EP = 39, Status = Fine
The Harlequin crouched atop the ancient ruined tower, its structural integrity questionable at best, and looked down upon her target. The demon lords had been fighting one another for two years now, seeing who would fill the power vacuum left after their dearly departed queen had left them. Of course, it had been a fruitful time for her since then, all those lords vying for power, and all willing to trade any number of things to get it. Artifacts, souls, slaves, coin and even favors had all been hers for the choosing, and all she'd had to do was kill a few of their rivals favorite pawns. It wouldn't do for the demon lords to start killing each other, of course, else who would be able to hand out her rewards?
The one she was to kill was a sorcerer, a stalker by the name of Phledjith, or something like that, whom her current employer had tasked the Harlequin with taking out of the picture, so that they might take control of some tiny district or another in the massive, ancient, half-ruined city. The demon lord who'd hired her had decided to remain anonymous, but the lackey she was about to remove from the eternal equation belonged to a Nightmare Lord who went by the name of Ikxsis, and who had laid claim to a handful of blocks in this portion of the city. This was in one of the oldest districts, where the buildings were all massive constructions of pure white marble, stained red near the tops and bases after eons of bloodshed and sandstorms, but that also meant that many of the buildings were barely standing, and ready to collapse at any moment. The tower she'd perched upon was a particularly bad example of this, but it was small enough that the benefits of being able to see her target outweighed the risks of the whole thing collapsing. She'd climbed to the top through the center, using parts of the ancient stairway as well as some of the many handholds to help get her up. Upon examining the exterior from here, she found that she could easily climb her way down the side if need be, and with little risk to herself, beyond the greater risk of being seen.
The tower was part of a massive palatial estate, its purpose long lost to time, and down below her she watched as her target exited another part of the building. The stalker mage walked with an air of unheard of confidence among his meager kind, the elaborate and colorful headdress the creatures only garment, an artifact taken centuries ago from the mortal world, yet it still managed to disable his kinds only real advantage, as his skin remained its usual dull gray, unable to cope with having to blend in against so many colors at once. The aurora shone above, providing enough light to see by but leaving her barely visible as she watched the creature. He came here regularly, receiving information from his various spies on the goings on of his lords rivals, in what he probably called his role as 'spymaster,' though it could be argued that all the blightmage was was a glorified courier. Whatever the case, he was down there now, standing on a terrace that overlooked the streets below, alone and with his back to her. All that separated them was a hundred feet of open air, most of which was vertical.