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Upon deciding Anders' fate…

"You must choose, Lymeeari." Sebastian hissed, cocking his bow at Anders' head. "Either you kill him, or I return from Starkhaven with an army to crush him."

Lyme was silent for a long moment, before turning to Anders, and leaning to whisper into his ear.

"It's nothing against you." She assured him, drawing her dagger. "I just really, REALLY want to get into those metallic pants. You understand, yes?"

Before the mage could reply, the assassin had buried her knife deep in his chest. But she did not stop there, choosing instead to rake the harsh metal across his shoulders and across his throat, blood gushing everywhere. The dagger was deep enough to split his face from chin to forehead, and she soon whipped the blade to its side, sawing through Anders' skull and effectively scalping him. Blood spilled onto the ground, dying Lyme's hands a deep, cherry red as she dug her fingers into his skull, tearing out the red, lobed meat of his brain.

Oblivious to the horrified expressions on her companions' faces, she turned to Sebastian, offering him the organ with a shy smile, like a boy presenting his corsage to the girl he liked before prom.

Those piercing blue eyes swept from Lyme's smiling face, to the brain, to Lyme once more, before finally rolling back in his head, as he collapsed on the ground in a heap of silver metal.

The assassin was once again silent. But this silence was interrupted by a predatory grin, as she tossed aside the brain, and began unbuckling her armor, declaring, "Unconscious guys can't say no!"

Mercifully, Aveline stepped in, grabbing the little elf before she could take advantage of Sebastian's subdued state.

Upon realizing that the mages' chances of winning against the Templars are next to none

"We're all going to die." One of the apostates moaned, taking a seat on the stone floor, and burying her face in her hands.

"We probably will." Lyme agreed. "But I have an idea."

Turning to Merrill, she asked, "Can you summon a devil for me?"

"Oh, of course! But why do you--"

"Don't worry about it." Lyme fished an eyepatch out of her pocket, and handed it to the blood mage. "Here. This should get the right one here."

A quick slit of the elf's skin, and a flash of light struck the stone, an irritated drow soon standing in the room.

"Damn it, Lyme." Ili snapped, snatching her eyepatch back, and pocketing it. "I told you to stop stealing my things."

"I'm so glad you're here, Ili." The assassin slipped an arm over her older sister's shoulders, and began walking towards the door. "You see, I'm a bit of trouble right now, and I just knew that you would be perfect for—MAGE! MAGE! SHE'S A BLOOD MAGE! KILL HER!"

Ili could only let out a yelp of surprise as Lyme shoved her out of the keep and into the courtyard, as templars stormed forward.

Tendrils of violet light shot from her fingers, encircling the necks of the divine soldiers, and easily snapping their necks. Magic began to pool out from the drow's fingers, easily stopping the flow of soldiers into the keep.

"Lyme! I'm going to kill you after this!" She snarled, sending a blast of eldritch power at the nearby captain.

"You'll have to catch me first." The assassin murmured to herself with a chuckle, escaping via the nearest window, and heading towards the harbor, where she knew Isabela's ship was waiting.

Discussing Quay with Tash

"I don't get you, drow."

Lyme looked up as Tash shook her head, slamming a heavy fist into the table.

"You could take out that red wizard at any moment. You could be gone now, yet you decide to stay at three months. And I bet that's really pissing off your order." She glared at the drow. "And I hardly think that you're about to marry Quay, so what is it about him that's keeping you around?"

"DAT ASS!" Lyme burst out in reply, whipping out a pair of sunglasses, and biting down on her lower lip.

Tash began drinking early that day.

Talking with Losh about his home planet

Lyme fidgeted in her seat, chewing her lip in a nervous fashion as she shot her gaze towards the door, deathly afraid that someone was going to charge through it at any time.

"Look, I'm not really supposed to…uh…be here. She could catch me at any time." She informed the skittish elf, ignoring the fact that he had hidden himself behind the luxurious bed, and had armed himself with a lacey pillow. "But I heard that you've got some *awesome* product, so I had to come. Are you holding? I've got gold."

"Err…no." Losh bit down on his bottom lip. "Are…are you one of my clients?"

"For the brothel? Nope. I've already got an elf for that sort of thing." The assassin smiled. "No worries."

"Who..who are you?"

"Oh! I'm Lyme."

"Lyme?" A tear the color of forget-me-nots gathered in the corner of his eye. "There is a fruit on my home planet called 'limes'. They…they are sweet, but also sour."

"Really?" A devilish smile crossed Lyme's face. "I'm sweet and sour. You wanna take a bite out of me?"

Losh's eyes went very wide, before he broke into a shriek, "SKEEV! HELP!"

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Upon deciding Anders' fate…

"You must choose, Lymeeari." Sebastian hissed, cocking his bow at Anders' head. "Either you kill him, or I return from Starkhaven with an army to crush him."

Lyme was silent for a long moment, before turning to Anders, and leaning to whisper into his ear.

"It's nothing against you." She assured him, drawing her dagger. "I just really, REALLY want to get into those metallic pants. You understand, yes?"

Before the mage could reply, the assassin had buried her knife deep in his chest. But she did not stop there, choosing instead to rake the harsh metal across his shoulders and across his throat, blood gushing everywhere. The dagger was deep enough to split his face from chin to forehead, and she soon whipped the blade to its side, sawing through Anders' skull and effectively scalping him. Blood spilled onto the ground, dying Lyme's hands a deep, cherry red as she dug her fingers into his skull, tearing out the red, lobed meat of his brain.

Oblivious to the horrified expressions on her companions' faces, she turned to Sebastian, offering him the organ with a shy smile, like a boy presenting his corsage to the girl he liked before prom.

Those piercing blue eyes swept from Lyme's smiling face, to the brain, to Lyme once more, before finally rolling back in his head, as he collapsed on the ground in a heap of silver metal.

The assassin was once again silent. But this silence was interrupted by a predatory grin, as she tossed aside the brain, and began unbuckling her armor, declaring, "Unconscious guys can't say no!"

Mercifully, Aveline stepped in, grabbing the little elf before she could take advantage of Sebastian's subdued state.

Upon realizing that the mages' chances of winning against the Templars are next to none

"We're all going to die." One of the apostates moaned, taking a seat on the stone floor, and burying her face in her hands.

"We probably will." Lyme agreed. "But I have an idea."

Turning to Merrill, she asked, "Can you summon a devil for me?"

"Oh, of course! But why do you--"

"Don't worry about it." Lyme fished an eyepatch out of her pocket, and handed it to the blood mage. "Here. This should get the right one here."

A quick slit of the elf's skin, and a flash of light struck the stone, an irritated drow soon standing in the room.

"Damn it, Lyme." Ili snapped, snatching her eyepatch back, and pocketing it. "I told you to stop stealing my things."

"I'm so glad you're here, Ili." The assassin slipped an arm over her older sister's shoulders, and began walking towards the door. "You see, I'm a bit of trouble right now, and I just knew that you would be perfect for—MAGE! MAGE! SHE'S A BLOOD MAGE! KILL HER!"

Ili could only let out a yelp of surprise as Lyme shoved her out of the keep and into the courtyard, as templars stormed forward.

Tendrils of violet light shot from her fingers, encircling the necks of the divine soldiers, and easily snapping their necks. Magic began to pool out from the drow's fingers, easily stopping the flow of soldiers into the keep.

"Lyme! I'm going to kill you after this!" She snarled, sending a blast of eldritch power at the nearby captain.

"You'll have to catch me first." The assassin murmured to herself with a chuckle, escaping via the nearest window, and heading towards the harbor, where she knew Isabela's ship was waiting.

Discussing Quay with Tash

"I don't get you, drow."

Lyme looked up as Tash shook her head, slamming a heavy fist into the table.

"You could take out that red wizard at any moment. You could be gone now, yet you decide to stay at three months. And I bet that's really pissing off your order." She glared at the drow. "And I hardly think that you're about to marry Quay, so what is it about him that's keeping you around?"

"DAT ASS!" Lyme burst out in reply, whipping out a pair of sunglasses, and biting down on her lower lip.

Tash began drinking early that day.

Talking with Losh about his home planet

Lyme fidgeted in her seat, chewing her lip in a nervous fashion as she shot her gaze towards the door, deathly afraid that someone was going to charge through it at any time.

"Look, I'm not really supposed to…uh…be here. She could catch me at any time." She informed the skittish elf, ignoring the fact that he had hidden himself behind the luxurious bed, and had armed himself with a lacey pillow. "But I heard that you've got some *awesome* product, so I had to come. Are you holding? I've got gold."

"Err…no." Losh bit down on his bottom lip. "Are…are you one of my clients?"

"For the brothel? Nope. I've already got an elf for that sort of thing." The assassin smiled. "No worries."

"Who..who are you?"

"Oh! I'm Lyme."

"Lyme?" A tear the color of forget-me-nots gathered in the corner of his eye. "There is a fruit on my home planet called 'limes'. They…they are sweet, but also sour."

"Really?" A devilish smile crossed Lyme's face. "I'm sweet and sour. You wanna take a bite out of me?"

Losh's eyes went very wide, before he broke into a shriek, "SKEEV! HELP!"