Snippet #931308

"Ooooohhh... my head."

The female Nightmarian's eyes fluttered open, barely conscious at that point. She had slept far longer than she had expected, her face buried in the large pillows. How the Lamian General lived so luxuriously at the expense of his men was beyond her. She ran a hand through her hair, clutching at her throbbing head. She tested her body, noticing that the snake-man had not taken advantage of her in her stupor. For his own sake, that was for the best. If he had, her instinctual reactions might have left him.... tied up. When she figured out through the pain that her limbs and joints were all working to order, she rolled off the bed using her abdomen, landing on her eight legs.

Shokunen was absent from his tent, probably off planning his next move. Stretching, she examined herself in the mirror. She looked like death warmed over, as she unveiled the webbing wrapped around her stump of an arm. She noticed, with a joyful smile that hurt her head, that it was already beginning to grow back. It was slow, but that Alexandria Vastant had left her mark. She had some good nutrition in her. What she had reaped, she sowed by using her body to repair her arm.

Looking up at the sound of a shriek, her blurry vision focused on two.... hybrids staring at her in what could only be described to her as fear. Her cheeks blew out as she harshly tried to stop herself from giggling like a fool. "You both are so cute!" She said, setting her voice into a pitched squeal as she reached out and quickly pinched the girl's cheek. Of course, they might be volatile. That would explain the remnants of a crate they were carried in, so she quickly dodged past them, planting a kiss on the male and promptly left.

Time to sober up. Stumbling slightly, she made her way to the bar-like construction. "All the coffee and tea you have." She said. The bartender looked a little surprised, but went to brew up a large amount of both beverages anyways. She watched as two mugs of coffee and tea were filled. The Bartender shifted them over to Mercy warily.

Seizing the mugs, she downed both of them in less than a minute, scalding her tongue and throat, but clearing her mind and giving her the feeling of cleansing the soul. Oh, this was the life.

"Bartender, I do believe I said all that you had." She said sweetly, pushing the empty mugs to him. The Lamia running the bar stared for a second, and when Mercy grinned, revealing her inscizors, he sighed and filled the mugs once more.

An hour later, Mercy dropped from her seat, paying the man herself for his services. Normally, the drinks were already paid for, but Mercy found it inefficient to leave with a feeling like she owed them something. With the rest of her money, she approached the armory, seeking to find something in replacement of her two lost Meteor hammers. One tossed into the skull of an elf and lost, the other broken by Zareth the human mercenary. Entering the small armory, she was impressed by the selection and variety.

"Hmmm... what toys should I bring to my next tussle? Big men won't be too phased by a woman with a whip..." She looked around. "Oh, what's this? Looks like something right down my alley!"

She picked up a wicked-looking Kusarigama. A sharp scythe on a wooden handle, connected to a long ball and chain extending to a maximum range of 14 feet. That was way beyond what Mercy needed to keep somebody at bay. This was perfect. She tested the scythe part, going through some movements and attacks and decided it would be good if she were forced into close quarters combat. She turned to hunt around for a different weapon. She looked closer at a particularly evil weapon and licked her lips in a lewd fashion. "This looks like a good skull basher." She murmured, picking it up.

It was a Morning Star. A spiked metal ball that couldn't be held in one's fist completely attached to a chain and steel handle. "Ohhh hohoho...." Mercy chuckled deviously, handling the weapon easily. This was the kind of weapon that was misnamed. Mercy should have called it the Good-Night Star, because one swing with this and even a helmeted opponent's brains would be splattered on the ground. Mercy hooked this up to her belt, smiling. She still needed something a bit more suitable for her lost Meteor Hammers, but she would search for it later. She had equipped herself with new weaponry, enough for a battle and a half.