Nyssa 2.0

Like any drow, Nyssa can "suffer" of big bursts of vanity, so she is far from embarrassed to show her charms in a most casual fashion.

But, I doubt anyone would complain

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You have heard tales of the Witch of Shadows, she who has plagued the land in the past few years, striking against the followers of the Holy Church. It is said that she steals the offerings from the tribute wagons that travel to the High Tower, and that she redistributes the gold to heretics and blasphemers. It is said that she has used her feminine wiles to corrupt a Paladin of the Light, and that he now serves her as her bound slave.

To those whom she pays off, she is a hero: a noble bandit, they say. They say that she steals from the rich and gives to those in need, but you know better. Her money is that which is meant for Almighty God, and she gives it to thieves, whores, and beggars. Her blasphemy shall be ended this day.

You have tracked her to this place, the location of her hidden lair prised from the mouth of a screaming heretic, torn from him by the hooks and hot irons of the Inquisitor, and now, as you approach the darkened mouth of the cave, with your battle brothers by your side, and your hand clenched tightly around the hilt of your sword, your blood thrills. You are eager for battle, and you pray to your God that today, the blood of the enemy shall be upon your hands.

You see her silhouetted by firelight, and you nod to your two brothers. You wear no armor, so that no clank of plate nor clink of mail shall betray your approach. The slow, soft creak of a bow being drawn is the only sound. The arrow is fired. It thunks not into flesh, but into straw and wood.

Immediately, you know yourself betrayed. In frustration, you strike the false head off of the decoy, cunningly made of straw and cloth. Bright, clear laughter splits the starlit sky. "Welcome into my parlor," a voice whispers, high and sultry.

You turn to find her standing atop a tall rock. She is sky-clad, save for the long cloak which she wears, and the famed silver scythe she carries gleams brightly as the moon far above. She looks down at you imperiously, her naked, black-skinned body gleaming in the light of the stars and moon. "A full moon tonight," she purrs, sensually, her lissome curves writhing with promises of deep pleasure, the same promise that corrupted your brother. "A good night for killing."

The demons of lust rise within you. You force them down with a prayer against temptation, and you bind the demons of lust deep within your heart. "Slay her," you say, to your two brothers. "Bring her head back to the Father Church."

"First," she says, "you must catch me." She disappears into the woods. You and your brothers give chase. The hunt begins.

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