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The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Well, Polina was also very specifically designed to be serious, but also… not.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Serious Meido

Polina Laye

Human. | ♀

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Relevant Abilities

Polina is the consummate maid, highly educated, and fit for service in all scenarios, whether that be in a royal palace, in the field in the thick of it, or in covert missions of subterfuge and intrigue. She is very good with wielding and throwing all manners of bladed instruments, often concealed. Most importantly, she is very good at baking… putting things to the sword, and shooting the mad minute… scoped.

About her

Polina is a serious girl on the surface. Indeed, she has a serious face, is serious about her work ethic, and will never give doubt to her loyalty to her mistress. Her interpretation of marching orders is not so strict, however, when she deems a need for it to be so, and is very much a ‘spirit of the law, rather than letter of the law’ type of person. In other words, she might have a loose interpretation of marching orders when it's convenient to her... but it's usually to the benefit of her mistress. Usually.

She is cheeky in a subdued sort of way. She may not be the type to look like one that'd initiate a joke or prank, but many would be surprised that she would go along with one if asked, or even start something herself. She might even crack a smile doing it.

Her sense of justice might be slightly loose, but she has a soft spot for those down on luck. Polina will do you right if you are in trouble, and give a cheeky victory sign as she departs afterwards. She can and will be ruthless if you cross her sword, however. Polina may be creative about the ways she might carry out some orders, but she will kill without a thought if instructed to do so, even if she may have other feelings on the matter.

History

Polina was born to a minor noble family on the border of the Oros Empire. Not a particularly lucky house, its fortunes fell during the Great Holy War, when the Laye family and its lands were utterly destroyed in the first years of the conflict. Bereft of most of her family, and with many of her family’s former friends and allies themselves indisposed or turning a blind eye, Polina fled with her younger sister Nephenee as refugees to the neutral Grand Principality of Farry, a small state surrounded by tall, impenetrable mountains and located on the borders between the Oros Empire and the Kyrsan nation.

There, she was received with hospitality by the young princess Giselle de Farry, who took on the two siblings as her personal maids. At the palace there, Polina and her sister would receive a rigorous education in all that was fit to be a maid, from cleaning, to etiquette, setting a table, knowing how to prepare a banquet… to defending her charge with sword and rifle, to performing reconnaissance and intelligence operations, and to even knowing how to operate a marine steam engine.

Even with the strict education and busy workdays in the employ of the princess, Polina knew peacetime, even as war raged outside the mountain ranges of the Grand Principality. Growing up together with their princess, in time she and her sister became close confidantes of the soon-to-be sovereign, attending and waiting on every tea party, event, and excursion with their charge. In one of those events, Polina would meet a young Livia, a friend and acquaintance of the princess, someone that she would eventually meet again...

Even with peace, though, they remained in interesting times. Intrigue was ever-present as the threat of demons and instability in the Oros Empire loomed, spurred on by the devastating conclusion of the empire’s holy war, and a few years later, the unexpected assassination of their royal mistress’s father, the Grand Prince, and the princess's subsequent coronation.

Despite remaining in an isolated, protected land, Polina did not neglect to pay attention to her former country, and nor did her mistress. With the developments in Alavaris and the subsequent succession of Livia as the head of the Fiore family, Polina was dispatched to return to Oros for a stint, ostensibly as a gesture of friendship and goodwill to augment the young lady’s fledgling force of battlemaids in her quest to protect humanity against demonkind. She would arrive, however, to not just aid her new mistress, but to also find out just what the bloody hell was going on in the Maison d’Violette… and perhaps the greater world at large.

Tools

True to her origins as a battle maid, Polina is a skilled expert in the sword, rivaling her skills as a rifle markswoman. She is well-appointed, with a knightly sword as her sidearm, and a bolt-action battle rifle as her service weapon of choice. She has an accompanying detachable scope and bayonet for the weapon secreted away within the folds of her skirt, and a hidden semi-automatic handgun strapped to her thigh underneath her maid’s dress, together with countless numbers of dangerous, sharp instruments. She always carries her pocket watch, the twin of her sister's and an heirloom from her long lost family.

Occult

Polina can manipulate small to medium-sized objects around her and multi-task with them to a surprising level of finesse. Indoors, she uses her magical skill to manage her duties as a maid to a level never seen before. In battle, she uses it to a similar effect to distract or otherwise gain an advantage, especially when manipulated to propel large quantities of sharp projectiles…

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

I will get to work on finishing my sheet once I’m home from work, yes yes.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Giselle de Farry

Undead Princess, de Farry

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The ashen-skinned vampire couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at Akyasha. “I was not aware your ability to sense social cues had degraded to such an extent during your slumber. Had you successfully played along and fed that human some nonsense information, he might have given the three of us one of those vials of high-quality blood that were displayed very prominently on his coat.” She made her criticism of her response far more obvious here, but that was just about all that she had left to be said about the matter, leaving the red-haired vampire to continue her tale.

Further reinvigorated by the one vial that she did receive, she gave a nod of acknowledgement to Aleksiya before her attention was taken by Illena’s report. She was one of the stranger ones of the vampire lords assembled here, but that was no issue. “Rikard… that was the human that we encountered on the walls,” she acknowledged. “It would seem we have a name for his partner and his employer, then. If there is a ‘society’ of any sort, then perhaps society as a whole may not have degenerated quite as badly as I’d initially thought.”

Turning towards Dragan, she too gave him a nod. “Quite. If I have your measure correctly, then we’ll be heading to the same place, so please allow me to accompany you.” She made her way to the armory otherwise silently, where she gave her own critical eye over what remained in the centuries-old vault. A good number of the weapons there were still serviceable, although not to the point where she would replace her newly refurbished scythe as her primary arm.

To her mild surprise, there were some firearms in reasonable condition among the cold-steel weapons. She would not trust the rifles or their high-power ammunition, not without spending more effort than she wished at the moment to give them a once-over, but she picked out a revolver, and after creating a cloth and leather holster for it around her thigh, took it with her and strapped it in. Without anything else that she needed, she soon returned outside, ready to make their push west.

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Lissa

Despite Nylah’s protests, Lissa continued on. She was adamant that her plan would work, and was by far the best option. Worst comes to worst, they’d have to fight their way out, and a fighting retreat was something that Lissa was uniquely suited to do, being a Raam-in-disguise. Nobody would expect the buffed human doing a bit of retreating tanking… What could go wrong?

It seemed Eirhild was of the same mind as her, and she gave a companionable nod as the dwarf came alongside. Together with her, they penetrated surprisingly deeply into Krysa and Yaga space, at least until they approached the village proper. There, they were stopped by a small patrol of six. Although she was tempted to respond to their remark on Mie, she schooled her face into that of a neutral merchant, if somewhat shocked by being accosted.

The patrol didn’t give her too much concern, although the gaze of a nearby Yaga woman nearby caught her attention. Something about her gave off the impression she would be someone to watch, if things came to a head here.

“I’m not familiar with these foxes you speak of,” she replied, canting her head to the side. “As for who we are, I am a humble traveling merchant… this is my assistant, Nylah, and our stout escort, Eirhild.” She gestured to her companions with a sweep of her hand, before turning back to the patrol. “We were hoping to enter the village to seek shelter for the next couple of nights to both trade and barter… also, to gather information ahead of the road. Now, more than ever. It seems the roads have been particularly dangerous this year.”

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Yes, hello. Inject this into me.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Giselle de Farry

Undead Princess, de Farry

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Great, it seemed like the priestess was as clueless as she was stupid. Not that Giselle was ever going to say that, either to her or in public. She was too much of a class act for that, even if she did like to show her disapproval of things at times. Rather than correct Akyasha’s misconceptions, the white-haired vampire thought that she had better things to do, such as to pay proper attention to the words of her goddess. She hardly rushed to hear her words like a giddy child, instead affecting a solemn pace and posture as she received her words.

Her words of guidance were more worldly than what might have expected out of a god, but given the circumstances, it was very understandable. To revive more of her fallen brethren, together with the queen of her kind was only logical.

Giselle did have her doubts about ‘the seven,’ but there was little doubt as to who the seven were—the seven remaining vampire lords that had not been resurrected and were together in the cathedral with her. Some of those remaining seven, though… Well, for somebody who valued good governance, administration, and the love of her people, she had no love for them and thought they should continue to rest as they were.

But who was she to question the will of a goddess? She did have to admit, in these times, a strong set of hands would be needed to guide things onto a better path, no matter how flawed the tools might be…

Eyeing one of the leftover vials of blood, Giselle made to partake of it, even as she continued to mentally curse Akyasha for the loss of an extra good vial.

“West we shall go, but a word of caution, friends,” she said, once she was done. “The three of us recently came from that direction. With six of us, it might not be so problematic, but it is worth mentioning that a great skeleton beast lies in our path there. Perhaps one of you have also encountered it?” She glanced over at Luna, Dragan, and Illena, inclining her head towards the latter as Dragan mentioned her as the bearer of the heart.

“There are also other humans in the city we have encountered. Other entities too, though it was not I who encountered them…” Trailing off, she glanced at Akyasha.

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Lissa

Unfortunately, given the state of the village, having Nylah and Eirhild with her was about as much Lissa could ask for. She had asked anyway, but as expected, the hunters and the rest of the villagers had their hands full putting out the rest of the proverbial fires in the village before anything else could be seriously done outside of the village.

Thankfully, the village was not so resource-starved that it couldn’t spare a small amount of supplies and goods for the disguise and plan that Lissa had cooked up for the three of them. Given that the Raam-in-disguise had played at the merchant trade before arriving at Dawn and had about a lifetime’s experience on the road, if confronted by the Yaga or Kyrsa while investigating the situation, Lissa had a reasonably convincing explanation for hanging around their area. Lissa would be a traveling merchant, recently arrived from Dawn, with Eirhild as her escort, and Nylah as her traveling companion.

So when, after traveling northeast for some time, arriving at a village of Yaga some days later, she had her playbook to use. Avoiding any obvious subterfuge, she traveled along the main road, playing every part the smalltime traveling merchant running into an unexpected change in their traveling route. Naturally, if the situation went south, well, she had provisions to literally run back south with her companions.
The camp of the Kyrsa was an oddity, but otherwise, the small city didn’t strike out as being any different from most towns that she had come across. It was perhaps one of the more alert towns, with some obvious patrols and lookouts about the area, but nothing immediately problematic off the bat.

“Well, looks okay,” the white-haired girl commented to her companions as they neared the village on the main road. “Maybe one of you should hang back, but I’m going ahead.”

Sticking straight with her plan, she’d just boldly go straight into the village to ask questions and peddle the small amount of goods that she had with her.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Giselle de Farry

Undead Princess, de Farry

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“Next time, perhaps read the room,” said Giselle, as soon as Rikard had left. Pinching her nose, she gave the woman an exasperated look. While she was glad that she hadn’t fully burned the bridge with the strange human, especially so after the man’s warning and manner of exit, she remained rather annoyed with the priestess. If she had just played along, then it was very likely they would have had a far superior replenishment of blood than that of a filthy rat. As it was now, though, it was all that she had.

Rather than sinking her teeth directly into the dirty fur of the rat carcass, she opened her palm upwards, letting the rat float upwards for a couple inches before she began to extract its blood from its body in a long stream of ichor that she then civilly drank. It had a displeasing, pungent taste to it, even if it did provide a kick of fulfilling energy to her starved body. For this act, she couldn’t be entirely displeased with Akyasha, even if had bungled the entire thing in the final stretch.

At the very least, the path to the cathedral was no longer barred. Without any further interference, they entered the sacred building soon after, walking into three more of her fellows, and a most peculiar scene. The new company she recognized, even if only passingly so for two of them. The third vampire lord –the only man among them for now, it seemed—she was more familiar with. Together with herself and Aleksiya, he was a lord in the more traditional sense.

It seemed, however, that reminiscing about the past could wait for another time.

She acknowledged Dragan’s words with a slight incline of her head. “Indeed.” Without further words, she followed the others onto the balcony. Kneeling before her presence, her light, she relished in the familiar comfort of Ichor’s embrace. Giselle had always been more secular among the lords, but her loyalty, especially in these times, was never in doubt. Faced with such a bleak future, who else was she to look to for guidance?

“My Goddess, I am once more at your disposal. Guide us as you will.”

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Lissa

Lissa inclined her head towards the suddenly semi-amicable woman. “My thoughts exactly. As far as most people in the region are concerned, I’m an uninvolved traveler, and I intend to leverage that status if the entire issue is more… political,” she explained, as she blew on the stew to cool it down, out of habit, if anything. She’d already taken a few bites of it now, but it was definitely to her liking. Shortly, she had a second bowl of the stuff.

“My understanding of the situation is that it’s more of a siege... Hopefully not as dire of a situation where she needs to ring the caravan wagons into a defensive circle in an open plain sort of thing, but I’m not going to charge in there blindly and lose any of you in some abortive rescue.” She shook her head at the dwarf, appreciating her boldness, but to her, discretion was far more important, even if it costed them extra time.

When Nylah spoke up in approval of Eirhild’s take, Lissa shrugged. “Hmm… Be that as it may, I don’t want to turn us into another party that needs to be rescued out of a dire situation.” She settled into her stew once more, letting her voice more of her thoughts, before she had to chuckle and raise an eyebrow at the Mothraki girl. “Nylah, I thought we were on the same page? I was the one forming an expedition and recruiting for it just moments ago, you know. My thoughts on this are obvious. The three of us would make for a good small scouting party. Perhaps a plus one from somebody else to round us out, but it’s not necessary,” she commented, thinking of who else in the village might be useful and willing to help. It was obvious that Sorcha was not going to leave her charge, nor would she have seriously thought of asking her. As far as things went now, though, they could do far worse with herself, Nylah, and Eirhild.