Thread: The Deep (pygalgic & Ecchi Kunoichi)

As the orcs bore down on the cornered man with their giant naked mole rats, one would suddenly growl in discomfort, but made no other move.. in fact, he seemed not to move at all, as if he were frozen where he sat. The other would look over questioningly before a figure appeared behind him, the naked mole rat making a noise and starting to buck around as someone stood on its back behind the orc. A blade swiftly made its way around to the front of the orc's neck, slicing its throat open. It gurgled in pain before slumping and falling off to the side. Now the rogue stood visible to Legitimate, the one who was part of the group that had been rounded up. Most of them were strangers to each other, but they all had one thing in common.. They had each been caught cheating in the gambling den run by that crime ring, and then pulled together against their will into a group, and told they were being sent down to the deep to gather enough loot to pay their debts, plus interest, or die trying. If any came out empty handed, they would be killed by the group's assassins. Shaera was a rather unique breed, a small race of Elves that originated in a mixing of Wood Elven and Drow, creating a rather exotic new breed of Elf, typically simply called Dark Elves, due to their Drow origins, and their excellent sight in the dark. She, like most of her rare kind, had a deep caramel tan color to her skin, silvery hair, and deep violet eyes. She wore an outfit befitting her class as a rogue, leather belts and straps over a layer of leather armor that wrapped around her chest and abs, leather bracers, boots that reached up to her mid-thigh, and a belt that held her twin short blades, as well as various pouches for her other supplies. Those blades were of a typical elven craft style with curves in the blades, and were too short to be true swords, yet too long to be considered daggers, putting them somewhere between. Under the leather she had a dark red tunic with long sleeves, and which ended above her navel. Around her hips was a uniquely styled skirt garment of the same dark red material, which was designed to leave a strip of fabric hanging down to her knees at the front, and back, leaving the sides open. Between the tall boots, and the open sides of the long loin-flap like skirt, her tan upper thighs were visible, with straps belted around them holding a number of throwing daggers. The same sorts of daggers were also strapped to her upper arms, and at various points around the leather armor she wore on her upper body. Her face from her nose down was covered by a scarf-like mask of similar dark red material, and over her head she wore a hood, again of that dark red fabric, that was part of a cowl draped over her shoulders and upper chest. She sat herself down on the large naked mole rat, where the orc had previously been, her short blade sheathed again. She reaches a hand out to Legitimate in a gesture to help him up onto the creature as well, her other hand holding the reigns. Come, let's go before the other one regains his motor control. Her plan seemed to be taking the now dead orc's mount so they could outrun any others and make their escape.