Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled
Arla was no fan of "desert" planets. Too hot and arid for her tastes, and although she had struck out at night to try to infiltrate the pirate base, she found herself wishing that it had been somewhere other than Er'Kit.
The small pirate group "The Blood Raiders" had set up on planet, and their leader - a man by the name of Devorn - was wanted dead or alive.
That was who Arla had come her to hunt. Truth was, it was as simple bounty contract and not much more to it than that. She had her bow slung across her back, but she doubted she would need or use it for this one. She would be relying largely on her magicks and her hunting knife, moving like one of the Nightsister Shadow Killers and relying on the training she had had with the Anzati to gain a good vantage over the area.
With the sun dropping, the temperature dropped to, falling to nearly freezing and prompting the Nightsister to pull her clothes more tightly around her as she waited for the hours to pass. She would strike a few hours after midnight when the most people were likely to be asleep.
By her count, she had estimated there to be around 30ish pirates in the base, but she had no desire to fight all of them. She was good, but 30 vs 1 were not odds that she loved. She would use cunning and skill to make up for the rest.
And yet, even as she nestled in the rocks on the small hill overlooking the compound, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else. Something she hadn't accounted for in her calculation, and that... that she didn't like.
The small pirate group "The Blood Raiders" had set up on planet, and their leader - a man by the name of Devorn - was wanted dead or alive.
That was who Arla had come her to hunt. Truth was, it was as simple bounty contract and not much more to it than that. She had her bow slung across her back, but she doubted she would need or use it for this one. She would be relying largely on her magicks and her hunting knife, moving like one of the Nightsister Shadow Killers and relying on the training she had had with the Anzati to gain a good vantage over the area.
With the sun dropping, the temperature dropped to, falling to nearly freezing and prompting the Nightsister to pull her clothes more tightly around her as she waited for the hours to pass. She would strike a few hours after midnight when the most people were likely to be asleep.
By her count, she had estimated there to be around 30ish pirates in the base, but she had no desire to fight all of them. She was good, but 30 vs 1 were not odds that she loved. She would use cunning and skill to make up for the rest.
And yet, even as she nestled in the rocks on the small hill overlooking the compound, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else. Something she hadn't accounted for in her calculation, and that... that she didn't like.