A prisoner in Akh'Velahr cells

// i would like to do this in game. when are you free normally Ava?

Your choice as I'm on quite frequently

//your time Zone?

Pacific time (Us & Canada

The Keeper approaches again, this time with pappers

Holly, we received an interesting message from some Banefist Chambers, him or her informs the zhentarim are holding a woman known as Laura, she works in Shadowdale in a Hospital project. They are offering trade her for a Sternhelm of them, they even alert several consequences will occur if Laura isn't traded... but since you affirm not be a zhentarim, this cant be about you right?

holly looks up apon hearing  Nadin, she slowly climbs to her feet placing her hands on the bars listening to nadins spill.


ugh.. Miss Laura.. what are you waiting here for then, find the sternhelm and get to work. *brief pause* im supposedly Unterminox accordin to your information, so there is nothing I can do for you...

she stares blankly into his eyes

the elf nods- Very well than, so this isnt you. I must inform your request for a hearing was denied by our Grace, coronal Ilsevele Miritar. Nadin signals to a small group of Akh'Velahr - Shackle and bring the prisioner, lets get over this. The elf keeps a serene expression again demonstrating no emotion

*is shackled and escorted*

((Ok, now we can finish in foruns or do IG, please let me know how you favor, thanks for all the roleplay))

- Bring the prisoner and position her.

Nadin makes certain only akh'velahr are present at headquarters while she is placed in the training area, he waits paciently, he show no visible emotion and certainly demonstrate no pleasure in the grim task he is about to perform. The elf unsheath his blade, a longsword of fine elven craft that under certain angles show tiny old elven runes that glow in a very faint blue, the blade drop tiny snowflakes sometimes. He squezee in a firm grasp the handle with both hands, and flex his muscles to prepare for a powerful and single blow, a coup de grace. His eyes always following the prisoner ones

Nadin keeps his eyes locked on hers, for a moment it seems he would say something but he remains silent, the elf does a simple faint nod, maybe a gesture showing that he respect the soldier determination and discipline on her. The blade falls heavily and fast at its target, in a fastly growing pool of red the separate parts rest. Once the task is finished Nadin turn, he signals to the soldiers to dispose the body and clean the mess


((It is possible NPCs reactions and presence will still be roleplayed, and once all is finished I politely ask the DM to lock the thread. Thank you a lot for all Ava, youre a great and nice roleplayer ))

///ty. well played.. well played. XD