Ilva

You see Shrike Ilva. Ilva is in good shape. She is wearing nothing! She is carrying a white oak blowgun dart, a blue-green haizeebo blowgun banded with radiant copper.

Ilva pulls a concealed hairpin from behind her head. Taking advantage of the close quarters, she delivers three swift stabs to your neck! She pushes you away and spits, "Touch me, and you'll get stung." (Instant damage - gaping holes in the neck) You are stunned!

Visibly frustrated, Ilva snarls at you, "You're going to regret this, Rakash! She discards her haizeebo blowgun and carefully draws a thin onyx-hued blade with smoky edges from her black-lacquered rapier sheath. As soon as it is free, the weapon pulses once and warps the air with an obtrusive aura as some kind of maddeningly sweet birdsong pervades your mind, disrupting your attunement to the mana streams! (50% mana reduction)

Shrike Ilva lifts a blue-green haizeebo blowgun banded with radiant copper to her lips, cheeks puffed, and exhales sharply, firing a white oak blowgun dart at an imposing alfar warrior with a tenebrous aura. The dart lands a skimming strike to its back! The dart shatters to pieces at it slams into the imposing alfar warrior!

manipulate: yes loot: none