Ilva

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> look 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.

> describe ilva You see Shrike Ilva, an Elothean. Ilva has an angular face, crimson-flecked ebon eyes, and a pointy nose. Her auburn hair is long and straight, and is worn parted on the side. She has smooth skin and a spindly figure. She appears to be middle-aged.

She is holding a thin onyx-hued blade with smoky edges in her right hand. She is wearing a wide-sleeved robe of somber red dergatine, a dark pewter shrike pendant, some seordstone prayer beads, a black-lacquered rapier sheath, and a pair of pale willow sandals with thornweave straps.

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!

SPECIALS: Visibly frustrated, Ilva snarls, "You're going to regret this! She discards her haizeebo blowgun and carefully draws a thin onyx-hued blade with smoky edges from her black-lacquered rapier sheath.

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)

Ilva performs a lightning-quick blade dance! Shrike Ilva feints low at <target>. Shrike Ilva lunges a thin onyx-hued blade with smoky edges at <target>). The blade lands a glancing blow to its right leg! Shrike Ilva thrusts a thin onyx-hued blade with smoky edges at <target>).

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 <target>. The dart lands a skimming strike to its back! The dart shatters to pieces at it slams into <target>!


manipulate: yes loot: none