Tiffany Korta

Lucy stood up and dusted herself down. She gestured toward the pale twins. “Well I’m no expert, but I don’t expect that the traps are calibrated for out two friends there.†She looks thoughtful for a few seconds. “So it’s probably best if we travel in roughly the same order, I still think I’m uniquely capable of taking the lead. With the twin a good distances ahead so they don’t get caught in any of our blunderings.†She looked at the King of Suits “But you’re the boss, I’ll go with your call.†She looks around at the other awaiting their responses.

“Of cause Monsieur I understand completely. I can’t begin to thank you for your help, if there is any way to return the favour, don’t hesitate to ask.†She scrawled a number on a carefully folded napkin “As I said I’m not yet established so I’ll have to give you a friends number.†handing the napkin to Rene. She leant forward and gave Rene a little peck on the cheek; then into his ear she whispered. “And you can owe me for the dress.†All smiles Lucy again offered her arm “But at least let me walk you to the door.â€

Not exactly the world greatest detective, but hey it was a result. "I've only just returned after several years out of the profession. I've a few legal issues to sort out before I start practising." like being legally dead "But I would be more than happy to do Pro Bono work for your organisation. I spent a while homeless myself so I know the challenges they face everyday." "Thank you kindly for your help." she stuck out an arm "If you could spare some time Monsier deSaens would you care to show a poor girl some art?"

Lucy smiled a sly little smile “I’ve always found a certain beauty in simple black and white. It adds class.†She glanced back at Bloody Nora; she almost felt her eyes looking back balefully at her. “I already spend some time down at the Soup Kitchen down at Our Lady of Mercy, but I’m sure I could spare a few more hours. I’m a lawyer by training, to answer your question, but I’ve only just returned to the city and I’m still settling in. The painting, it reminds me of tales from my childhood.†She adopted a rather embarrassed look. “I sorry to bother you with such trivial questions, with you being such a busy man. But can you remember where the unfortunate woman lived?â€

Fair enough I've removed all the addictions. I've also tried to make it clearer who, what and where the shooting took place.

Well these two seem to know more about what’s going on than we do, and it looks like we could use the help. “Guess that just leaves me. I’m Revenant. If you have an idea where they are could you possibly leads us there? It beats wandering in the dark looking for trouble. Which is something I seem to be good at.†She gave a broad friendly smile. “And maybe if you want after we can help you with whatever brings you to the sewer. Or not. It’s your call. What do you say?†Revenant offered a hand to help them up.

Revenant wasn’t happy at all, she rather liked that dress. But first things first, she quickly measured up the two opponents and decided to take down the South-Asian mage. Vaulting over the counter Revenant stuck out and elbow planning to strike to startled mage. The strike was good but he rolled at the last minute so the elbow barley contacted. Kapalini was having better luck with the creature of clay he had activated, with a few gestures and some mumbled words in Sanskrit a series of rents appeared in it “fleshâ€. The Mage responded to Revenant attacks by standing back a launching another burst of dark fire, only to have it again roll off of her porcelain skin.

Revenant : simple strike (1d20+10=11) DC 25 save for Mage (1d20+10=30), he’s fine. Kapalini is going for the Golem, ranged damage (1d20+7=21) Golen vs DC 22, 1d20+12=16, Yay Golem is Stunned and Injured. Golem is Stunned, so misses his go Finally the Mage, another Hellfire (1d20+9=24), another hit Revenant vs DC 27, (1d20+10=29), no wounds.

Right I have her older wiser and on the mend before Britannia. I've also added a selfless act thet allowed the spirit to offer a chance of redemtion.

Yeah I can see that. The easy part is the age I c an add a couple of year so she fell apart at 19. I'll make it clearer but Annice is her exagerated stage personna, while Agnes is the "real" her. As for why she was picked, that's a little trickier. I'm thinking a moment of redemtion where despite have fallen so far she did the right thing. I'll have to give it some thought.

Eighty years ago she wouldn’t know anything but that he was a friendly flirt. Helpfully though her friends Rhoda and Yolanda had introduced her to this world. It still didn’t mean she blushed at such a blatant compliment “Charmed to meet you Mr Fernando. I’m afraid Monsieur’s accent may be a little too strong, it’s Har-ker. But that is of no matter.†She downed another glass of wine and deftly grabbed another, if only she could actually get drunk on the stuff. “I was interested in the piece over there. The rather morbid piece called Bloody Nora, it reminds me in a strange way of my youth. I was wondering if you had any more information about its origins and possibly its painter?â€

Okay I've completly redone the character, changing the backgound plusa few tweaks on the sheet to hopefully create a better character.

The evil mage has a Golem, normal stats p 233. For Kapalini I'm using Shaen's Psion Iniatives Revenant : (1d20+2=20) Mage : (1d20+1=4) Golem : (1d20-1=7) Kapalini : (1d20+4=16)

She should walk away… But the picture stirred memories in her. She remembers her parents warning about strangers, people like Bloody Nora. But she was just a myth wasn’t she? …defiantly walk away… A childhood fear, something to be conquered, like the old Polish shop. But it could just be the weight of ages finally catching up with her. Her face showed her inner conflict, no stoic face for her. Never walk away from a fight, that what she’d learned. First know your enemy. “Thank you for your help Monsieur. I think I wish to learn more about this piece. I think Francis mentioned that a few pieces for sale. “ She turned to walk away and find Francis. And hopefully a clue to this little bugbear.

Kapalini watch the poor woman engulfed in a black magical fire. The poor creature, she decided to help without provocation just because it was right. A she was stuck out here because… Wait didn’t the man say it was because she was a spirit in the shape of a woman. But this Revenant was magical she could feel the power. She was a spirit in the shape of a woman, but what if she became a woman with a spirit inside? She concentrated and drew forth the power around her. It should have been difficult but with the power of the box. She stepped over the threshold. The flames washed over Revenant rolling off her undead flesh leaving her unsorched and unharmed. The same couldn’t be said for the fabric of the summer dress which boiled away into nothing. Only a few scraps of material fluttered to the ground. Only her sensible, but silky underwear remained strangely unaffected by the infernal fire. Revenant stood there defiantly seemingly unaffected by her sudden near nakedness. Her voice was quiet almost a whisper. “That was a mistake. I’m afraid I’m really going to have and stop you now.†“I think not dear. And look here’s your newly minted friend. Luckily I bought a friend of my own.†From the corner of the poor a pair of baleful red eye flickered into life.

“Well it has been a while for… Wait did you say something?†There was something about the picture, had it moved? Wait was it following her around? She was actually surprised how calm she was with all this weirdness floating around her. Maybe this existence was getting to her it all sounded stupid out load, maybe a second opinion wouldn’t hurt. But she couldn’t spook the old man. “I’m sorry to disturb you again Monsieur, could I bother you for a moment a trivial question for one of your talents. It just I’m curious about the painter of this ‘Bloody Nora’, there skill must have been exquisite its almost as if it follow’s you gaze around the room.†Well mine at least. “I’m not an expert but it speaks to me.â€

SNEAK ATTACK!!! For this fight I'm using the Infernalist from Book of Magic (p70), I don't want it to difficult . Hellfire Attack : (1d20+11=21) DC Save vs 26, (1d20+10=26) Yay Revenant of Iron!

Revenant stood over the strange arrivals happily wiggling her toes in her still attached boots. “Well I guess we know what the marking means. These… two seem to be okay, and ones see-thru. Well that’s new!†She looked down at the twins and smiled at them. “Well then. I’m guessing you’re not on the Conquering Worms payroll.†She squatted down to around there eye level. Giving her friendliest cheery smile she addressed them directly. “Hello there. Would you like to tell us who you are and why you’re down here? Don’t worry we’re the good guys.†She beamed.

Lucy stood there and folded her arms over her chest. “You obviously want the power for your own selfish needs. That’s probably why the box won’t let you open it.†“So you won’t assist me?†“No.†“Watch out Revenant. “For the first time Lucy noticed that Kapalini couldn’t enter the shop, as if stopped by some kind of barrier. “And you’re poor Yakshini; she can’t enter as she’s a spirit in the shape of a woman. And no spirit can’t enter unless I allow it. As for you…†A burst of black fire shot out towards Revenant.

Poor boy Lucy couldn’t help to smile at them both looking dejected at the stains on their capes, feeling extra chuffed about her new sturdy boots. She was feeling extra confident about the boots survival; it wasn’t to end up like the sun dress all over again… Enough of my recent fashion faux pas. Time to go. Letting out an unneeded breath she gathered herself together ready to step again into possible danger. “Well no time like the present. Let’s go.†With that she began to stroll purposely down this new tunnel.

The afternoon had gone well, already they had consumed a bottle of wine and were well on the way to another. “So explain this to me again.†Asked Lucy Rhonda rolled her eyes in mock frustration “It’s a standard psyche test. They use them all over the place, I’ve seen then use in TV interviews and even interviews. Meant to show you mental sense.†“So it to see if I’m a good girl or not?†she laughed “I guess I’m in. Shoot.†At that point Yolanda, Rhonda girlfriend came in sitting on her lap and exchanging quite a passionate kiss. Lucy couldn’t help but smile. “You sure you cool with this?†Rhonda asked after they’d finished. “You know with you being…†“From the 1920’s, not every Flapper was just interested in the Charleston and bathtub gin. And is that a question.†“No. Are you ready? And no that’s not a question.†Yolanda stood up, brushing Rhonda tenderly on the cheek. “The questions huh. I guess Lucy’s staying to supper.†She grinned broadly at Lucy “Don’t worry I’ll make it extra spicy.†Rhonda shot Lucy a look and open the sheet with the questions. “1. Where are you from?†“The past?†Rhonda shot her a black look “Okay I’m from Freedom City.†“2. How would you physically describe yourself?†“What are those pale people, dressed all in black? Run that shop you took me to?†“You mean Goth’s?†“Yup that’s the one.†“3. Do you have any distinguishing speech characteristics or recurring mannerisms?†“Do I?†“No wait this is you’re questionnaire, I’m not going to do the work for you.†“So that’s a no then?†“You’re incorrigible. Next question then.†“4. What’s your motivation?†“To help people. More wine?†“Yes very cleaver. No right to the top.†Rhoda took a very large slip “Look you’ve driven me to drink. Right next question.†“5. What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?†“I regenerate, I not need to eat or sleep. Oh and I don’t get drunk…†“Okay right. Hey you didn’t tell me didn’t get drunk. Does that mean you remember everything that happened last time,†she looked horrified. “No, bad memory is my character flaw.†She lied flawlessly. “6. What do you love? What do you hate?†Yolanda strolled back in from the kitchen “You asking all these questions?†she poured a glass of wine “Yolanda please this is serious. Well fairly serious.†“Bollywood and Goth boots and well the whole 21st Century.†Lucy smiled broadly “As for what I hate the normal stuff, injustice, hate and people trying to bully others.†“7. How would you describe your emotional state?†“Subtle isn’t it?†“Hey sometimes the direct approach works best.†“I’ll give you that. Then optimistic.†“8. What do you fear the most?†Lucy looked thoughtful for the moment “I don’t really fear anything, except maybe failure.†“9. What is your greatest ambition?†“I’d like to return to my former career.†“What did you use to do?†“I was a lawyer.†“Well nobody perfect…†Yolanda ducked back into the kitchen avoiding a deftly thrown plush cushion. “10. How do you feel about the state of the world and your place in it?†“Well it’s not perfect, but everything seems so wonderful. You don’t know exactly what you’ve got.†“11. Do you have any prejudices? How do you get on with others?†Lucy didn’t say anything, just looked from Rhonda to Yolanda and back until she got the hint. Rhoda looked a little guilty and wrote something down on the sheet. “12. Where do you loyalties lie? In what order?†“But I’m sort of freelance. I don’t know my friends?†“Aww that sweet, and good enough for me.†Yolanda wandered back over and a read the sheet over Rhonda’s shoulder. “Oh can I ask this one. Do you have a lover?†Lucy sighed “No you know I’m single.†“Well why not? What about that man you were telling us about? That Frenchman.†“No! Well he’s sweet but he’s about half my age!†“Lucy, sweetie, you’re over 110†Lucy shrugged “Well he seems older.†“What about those you meet, you know the one we saw on TV.†“What Heavy Metal?†“Ewww no. I meant the girls.†“Look they were lovely and everything. But we fighting for our lives and trying not to die from radiation.†“So that’s not a no then?†“Yolanda please. Rhonda next question.†“13, no 14. Do you have family? Oh yeah sorry Lucy.†Yolanda gave Lucy a kiss on the head. “It’s okay Lucy, were your family now.†She looked at the bottle “More wine I think.†“15. How would people closest to you describe you? No it’s okay I’ve got this.†Lucy made a quick grab for the sheet and read Rhonda’s word. “That’s sweet Rhonda. Thanks.†“The sheet please. Okay 16. Are you a role model?†“I don’t think so. It would be nice one day…†“17. How spiritual are you?†“Still not sure. Have I told you I meet a Hindu god? Well he said he was.†Rhonda rolled her eyes “Yes you did. When do we get to meet Kapalini?†“Baby steps Rhonda. You might be a bit too much for her at the moment.†“18. Are you part of a team?†“Yeah have you met any of the League?†“Yolanda please!†“Sorry, I was just coming to say supper almost ready. So have you?†Lucy just laughed “No, not yet. “ “19. How do you feel about the place of metahumans and aliens on Earth?†“Well this one better get to the dinner table.†Rhonda shot Yolanda a dark look. “Almost done dear. Lucy?†“Oh right. I was enjoying the stage show. Um, the good goods and the bad are bad. At least it seems to balance out.†“Last question dear, then we eat. 20. If you could give the past you a word of advice what would it be?†“Duck! Now let’s eat.â€

Despite the rather ghastly nature of the picture the name of the picture made her smile “My father use to use that phrase all the time when I was young. My mum always use to chastise him…†her features took a faraway look “But occasionally they give each other that look, as though the word had a darker meaning. The kind of look that kids weren’t meant to understand…†Her face darkened. “Then there was that game when I was you. It had a rhyme, Bloody Nora, you better run, Bloody Nora, If she picks you!. I think, add poetry to the things I’m not good at.â€

Lucy glared at the man, but didn’t say anything. The villainous monologue was a cliché even in her time, but useful never the less. “When Queen MÄyÄdevÄ« was pregnant with Siddhattha, the future Buddah, she rested in the shade of a Asoka tree where the Buddha was born from her side. From that tree this box was made.†A manic gleam was in his eyes “or so the legend goes. Even if not true the box has potential unlimited power.†A grim smile “For me to open the box would be certain death. And it resists all magical means. But you, you can open the box and resist it’s effects. And if not…†he let the threat hang in the air.

From the back of the store strode a South Asian of indeterminate age. Sharply dressed in Nehru jacket he looked like any number of businessmen she had seen in the last couple of weeks. He did carry himself with a confidence that suggested he was use to his order being carried out. “The box I’m talking about of cause. Though I’m sure you’re a charming young lady Ms. Harker. Word getting around in a community such as ours.†He stepped closer so he has face to face to Lucy. “Have you noticed that the box resists you? My research suggests the results of opening the box are even worst. Possibly terminal.†His eyed glowed “But do you know what power this box possesses? What this box is?â€

She gave him a wide smile, blushing a little at his Gallic charms. He was a smooth little charmer; either that or he was trying to hide something… You're getting paranoid Lucy, can’t an old man just enjoy your company? “I’m sorry where are my manners. I’m Lucy Harker Monsieur deSaens. I apologize for my earlier bluntness, it’s been…†She stopped as if adding up “A very long time since I’ve been out socially.†She looked up at the painting he had steered her towards. “It’s very nice.†She felt that wasn’t enough “Though I’m not much of an expert on art I’m afraid. Do you paint yourself?â€