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Assallya was truly torn. Sitting on one of the tavern benches she weighed her options. She wasn't sure if she should stay or go. She wasn't an adventurer. She was a herb witch. Sure, she dabbled in potions and crafted small charms but for stupid things like luck, love potions and aphrodisiacs. Most of those were fake anyways.

Still, she needed her wagon. Everything she had was in there. Without it she'd be forced to go back to playing the streets. That was something she didn't want to do.

"Okay," the blonde wizardess agreed, "Let's go do this quest... thing."

The blonde woven wizardess was taken aback. So much had happened and so fast. With the towering figures surrounding her Assallya swallowed. The gypsy dancing girl and witch wasn't much of an adventurer. She mostly crafted charms and drew potions, only some of which were actually magic. It was one of the reasons she was a traveling witch. She had a tendency to anger communities.

"I'm not sure," the woman said, "Breath here defeated all the goblins that had ambushed my caravan and then more began to arrive. There's no way to know how many were going to come out of the woods. When the first dozen emerged I was already running."

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Assallya marveled at Viper's absence. She'd seen him run away from the caravan towards the woods but now there was nothing. Whoever he was, he was certainly skilled in remaining hidden. Either he had the skills of a dauntless ranger or he was a scurrilous thief. She imagined he'd probably be picking at them with his bow, slowing their pursuit. She'd have to thank him later if that was the case. If he didn't get himself killed that was.

"By Myrkul's shriveled black balls," the golden haired elf cursed roughly as Breath of Life ushered her along, reminding her that they would return, "There simply wasn't time. That old nag of a draft horse isn't going to be outrunning orcs and unlocking the door to get my things would have caught me in their midst."

Hopefully he was right about regaining her wagon. It was valuable for resale as it was so she hoped the orcs wouldn't break it apart. There was even the chance that one of the orcs might seize upon taking it as their own home. She shuddered to think about cleaning up after that but, most importantly, her trade bars would be safe inside the floorboards.

When he asked her name she replied, "Assa'Alliyeh Kressanthair", and then amended the statement to, "Northerners call me Assallya, Assallya Kressair."

@srpv @themadhatter420
Assallya twisted at the hips and spied the orcs emerging from the woods. She then turned and looked towards her wagon and judged the distance and the intervening wagons. There was simply no way she was going to get her wagon free in time before the orcs would be all over it. The blonde elven woman issued a curse that would make the most jaded sailor blush. Her disguise kit, her costumes, her library, her potion making tools, all her possessions were in there. That was how she made her living!

With another curse, she simply grabbed her light crossbow and bolt case off the wagon and turned to run, chasing after Viper and Breath of Life.

Assallya, feeling more confident now that the goblins were dealt with. The orcs were more of a threat but then Breath of Life and Viper both seemed to be competent warriors. As a result the blonde elven sorceress considered continuing with her previous tactic, using herwgics to disorient and weaken the opponents of the two warriors.

Then she heard Viper's cry and turned her attention to the woods, scanning the treeline with her tapered blue eyes.
Assallya, feeling more confident in her success stepped forwards, one bare foot stepping over the body of a fallen wagon driver as she moved away from the wagon. The range eonbher next spell was short, a mere twenty paces at most. Viper could handle the remaining goblins, provided no more came running, and the orc was likely more dangerous, more likely to be an experienced opponent for either Breath of Life or Viper.

The blonde elven girl adopted a wide legged stance and once more Assallya began to weave, her long slender fingers twisting in the air, strange sounds issuing from her mouth that defied the ability of one to remember.

The Mind Sliver was not a powerful spell, lancing at the orc's mind with pain and disorientation,asking him more vulnerable to special attacks.

(OOC: Mind Sliver cantrip. 1d8 damage, reduces his saving throws by 1d4 until my next turn.)

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Assallya, from her hiding place behind the wagon watched with brilliant blue eyes as the leonine barbarian laid about himself with dual axes while Viper rushing in after him and flaying goblins with his shimmering blade of light. She watched as the goblins, hearing the sound of combat, began to converge on the pair, rushing towards them.

That was it, that was what she had been waiting for. She'd needed them to gather together, to become close enough that she could hit them with one spell. They'd done that remarkably well. Then Breath of Life broke away, chasing after something that was out of her line of sight, leaving Viper to deal with the remaining goblins.

She wasn't sure why but it left Viper vulnerable. They were about to surround him. Assallya strode out from behind the wagon, bare feet slipping across the ruts made by the travelling wagons. Her golden hair followed behind her as she moved, the charms on her ankles and bracelets clinking softly against one another as she danced while walking, hips swaying. Her hands extended before her, tracing delicate movements as golden motes of energy surrounded her slender fingers. Ancient runes swirled into being, golden circles of light forming as she wove magic into a spell of slumbering.

[OOC: I rolled a 24 on my Sleep Spell. That should affect three goblins, maybe a fourth if he's wounded.]

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The elf girl watched Breath of Life run out of cover and set himself upon the goblins, striking out with wild abandon.

Assallya took the opportunity to slink off to the side, crouch walking towards a nearby wagon which she used for cover, waiting for a good opportunity to present itself. She only had one sleep spell so it had to be well cast, when it looked like they were fully surrounded, when Breath of Life and Viper would be overcome. That was when she would strike.
"Many ran," the elf girl stated, keeping crouched. She looked about, running a hand through her long, golden blonde hair as she looked over the wagons. "I didn't know how many were taken or killed. If they were orcs I'd say they would be mostly taken as slaves. These are goblins though. Sometimes there dumb as rocks, other times they're smart. I think it depends on their chieftain but it's hard to say. Nobody writes books on goblin sociology."
The elf girl was glad to be on solid ground. Being jostled over someone's shoulder want very comfortable in the slightest. In truth her abdomen was feeling a bit sore.

"That's it," the nameless blonde elven woman in the dancing costume agreed as her blue eyes sought out her wagon, a brightly coloured vardo that served as her home.

"Nobody was expecting trouble," she whispered, "we would have hired guards if we thought there would be. We were just a bunch of merchants and craftsmen. None of us knew how to fight. I know a few spells but I'm a fortune teller, not an adventurer!"
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