"Okay," began the sporting and sculpted beauty, "First off, I'm Cray. I've got another name and all, but I like Cray." Slyly, she smirked her carefree smile. Though as of late it had been laced with concern and apprehension. Cray, who had mostly run small war-game-like campaigns on the Island (and all with great success she would be happy to tell) found herself in her first command, of sorts. And while she knew that a few other Sisters would join in to the groups where they could, she was a newer arrival to this city of Rhydin and wanted to get to know these people whom Issy obviously trusted. She had met them all, but being slow to trust (especially in the nature of what they were attempting), Cray wanted to feel that she could establish some sort of stout bond with each of them. She had called them to meet after the ungodly heat of the day in a small pub in the WestEnd, just south of the bend in the river.
Her pointed chin first wagged at Icer, the great wyrm (and getting used to that was something in and of itself). Nearly everyone in this city knew of Icer Shimmerscale, it was truly difficult not to. Icer was as vigilant a citizen as any person here might hope to be, and her eagle-eyed vantage point would definitely be an asset to this quest. Cray had heard that the magnificent beast could transform into a stunning red headed woman - which might come in wonderfully handy. Issy said that Icer was as trustworthy as they come, having known her since the beginning of her tenure here in the city. Issy's word was usually enough for Cray, and it indeed carried a heavy sway with it today. What would take the most work, however, would be acclimating to her in bestial form; impressive as it was, it still creeped the bejeezus out of her.
Leonidas Heracleides was another interesting matter. Men were viewed by this muscled warrior as something disposable, like facial tissue. This is not to say she was a man-hater like some of her Sisters. Cray simply saw them as an icy, cool drink of clean water on a sweltering, hot summer day; when you needed one, you needed one The rest of the time" Well, they were just not thought of. Truth be told, Cray liked Julianna in the role of liaison with Batten Industries and Mr. Batten, himself. But Batten had sent Leo and the rumors within the Sanctuary about what Leo was capable of swirled like a windstorm on a plain. What was more, like with Icer, Issy trusted Leo and that had to count for something. After all, he was nice to look at. Coupled with that obvious trait, the technological advances he could provide might just tip the scale in their favor. There was no intelligence on if Temple Bhaal could boast such technology.
That brought her clever gaze to Race. Cray was probably the most familiar with him; after all of his time spend in and about the Sanctuary as he trained with Issy. Even Cray had found herself impressed with his progress and the honing of his skills. Granted, he was what she called "one of those elevated humans," who boasted a supernatural set of skills (be they magic, god-given, or technological). Race still impressed Cray best on the day that Issy saw fit to unleash her Sisters upon him to end a training session in their small arena within the Sanctuary. Race not only was able to hold his own, but was able to do so without injuring or marring any of the Scathachians. Cray was pleased she had gotten off a shot at him however; and not with an arrow, mind you, but with her old-fashioned fist. And he took the punch better than a man: he took it like a Scathachian. He had earned her respect that day.
"What we're charged with is taking back something that was stolen right out of our hands, in view of the public. The Gavel of Scathach, sometimes called the Hammer is a mythological weapon of our goddess that has transcended time and space and has found itself in this plane of existence. This great hammer was secured by our Sister, Valkyrie, then stolen from her in the middle of the Inn by three agents of Bhaal." Cray agitatedly spit onto the floor immediately to her left, leaving her mark amidst the makeshift carpet of nut shells, sawdust and dirt. A ghost of a smile could then be spied on Cray's reddened lips, "That means that we have the best assignment of all. Find the Gavel...find the nest of Bhaalites." Her strong hands clasped and cracked her knuckles, "I, for one, am looking forward to stirring up a nest of slithering vipers. For as someone once said, "When there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph."* Nothing like rustling up a little adrenaline to get the history books flowing, right?" Her white teeth were displayed behind curling lips as she smiled to the group, knowing that more help would come from more concerned allies of theirs. But action starts at the core; doesn't it always"
*A. Alvarez
Her pointed chin first wagged at Icer, the great wyrm (and getting used to that was something in and of itself). Nearly everyone in this city knew of Icer Shimmerscale, it was truly difficult not to. Icer was as vigilant a citizen as any person here might hope to be, and her eagle-eyed vantage point would definitely be an asset to this quest. Cray had heard that the magnificent beast could transform into a stunning red headed woman - which might come in wonderfully handy. Issy said that Icer was as trustworthy as they come, having known her since the beginning of her tenure here in the city. Issy's word was usually enough for Cray, and it indeed carried a heavy sway with it today. What would take the most work, however, would be acclimating to her in bestial form; impressive as it was, it still creeped the bejeezus out of her.
Leonidas Heracleides was another interesting matter. Men were viewed by this muscled warrior as something disposable, like facial tissue. This is not to say she was a man-hater like some of her Sisters. Cray simply saw them as an icy, cool drink of clean water on a sweltering, hot summer day; when you needed one, you needed one The rest of the time" Well, they were just not thought of. Truth be told, Cray liked Julianna in the role of liaison with Batten Industries and Mr. Batten, himself. But Batten had sent Leo and the rumors within the Sanctuary about what Leo was capable of swirled like a windstorm on a plain. What was more, like with Icer, Issy trusted Leo and that had to count for something. After all, he was nice to look at. Coupled with that obvious trait, the technological advances he could provide might just tip the scale in their favor. There was no intelligence on if Temple Bhaal could boast such technology.
That brought her clever gaze to Race. Cray was probably the most familiar with him; after all of his time spend in and about the Sanctuary as he trained with Issy. Even Cray had found herself impressed with his progress and the honing of his skills. Granted, he was what she called "one of those elevated humans," who boasted a supernatural set of skills (be they magic, god-given, or technological). Race still impressed Cray best on the day that Issy saw fit to unleash her Sisters upon him to end a training session in their small arena within the Sanctuary. Race not only was able to hold his own, but was able to do so without injuring or marring any of the Scathachians. Cray was pleased she had gotten off a shot at him however; and not with an arrow, mind you, but with her old-fashioned fist. And he took the punch better than a man: he took it like a Scathachian. He had earned her respect that day.
"What we're charged with is taking back something that was stolen right out of our hands, in view of the public. The Gavel of Scathach, sometimes called the Hammer is a mythological weapon of our goddess that has transcended time and space and has found itself in this plane of existence. This great hammer was secured by our Sister, Valkyrie, then stolen from her in the middle of the Inn by three agents of Bhaal." Cray agitatedly spit onto the floor immediately to her left, leaving her mark amidst the makeshift carpet of nut shells, sawdust and dirt. A ghost of a smile could then be spied on Cray's reddened lips, "That means that we have the best assignment of all. Find the Gavel...find the nest of Bhaalites." Her strong hands clasped and cracked her knuckles, "I, for one, am looking forward to stirring up a nest of slithering vipers. For as someone once said, "When there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph."* Nothing like rustling up a little adrenaline to get the history books flowing, right?" Her white teeth were displayed behind curling lips as she smiled to the group, knowing that more help would come from more concerned allies of theirs. But action starts at the core; doesn't it always"
*A. Alvarez