Sod the Pentaghasts and the Van Markhams, to a man; Teren stands by in grim silence at the sight of her bickering countrymen, her thin arms folded like a spider in repose. It's not until both parties, completely embroiled in their argument have completely turned their backs that she can be spotted switching a ceremonial sword or two, perhaps a tabard if she has time, onto the wrong side's corpses. She does it with a soundless sleight of hand, her face betraying nothing except quiet attention to her surroundings.
b. Spirits
With very little patience for the politics of this place, Teren commits herself to what one might reliably consider her strength: killing things, even if said things are already dead. She attaches herself to whichever little hunting party needs an extra pair of hands (and knives), quite pointedly not discussing or even acknowledging the significance of this place or its keepers.
However, she does have a way of angling one ear toward any conversation happening in Nevarran, listening in on whatever she's able to process from a distance.
III. The Temple
a. Combat!
In case anyone didn't already know she was a Warden, Teren makes her status known when she slides thoughtlessly into the pool of Blight to pierce through a Venatori's heart from behind, clearly finding its presence advantageous enough under the current circumstances. She's a flurry of blades and blood, pausing only when the fighting stops to watch, narrow-eyed, as the strange elves take their leave.
b. Aftermath
Although she leaves the reading to those quicker at it, the first mention of Zazikel's name results in a brusque "archdemon of the Second Blight," as Teren roots around among the Venatori dead. She looks up, scans about the room, then pauses oddly, straightens: "...weren't there more of us?"
Teren OTA
a. Tableaux
Sod the Pentaghasts and the Van Markhams, to a man; Teren stands by in grim silence at the sight of her bickering countrymen, her thin arms folded like a spider in repose. It's not until both parties, completely embroiled in their argument have completely turned their backs that she can be spotted switching a ceremonial sword or two, perhaps a tabard if she has time, onto the wrong side's corpses. She does it with a soundless sleight of hand, her face betraying nothing except quiet attention to her surroundings.
b. Spirits
With very little patience for the politics of this place, Teren commits herself to what one might reliably consider her strength: killing things, even if said things are already dead. She attaches herself to whichever little hunting party needs an extra pair of hands (and knives), quite pointedly not discussing or even acknowledging the significance of this place or its keepers.
However, she does have a way of angling one ear toward any conversation happening in Nevarran, listening in on whatever she's able to process from a distance.
III. The Temple
a. Combat!
In case anyone didn't already know she was a Warden, Teren makes her status known when she slides thoughtlessly into the pool of Blight to pierce through a Venatori's heart from behind, clearly finding its presence advantageous enough under the current circumstances. She's a flurry of blades and blood, pausing only when the fighting stops to watch, narrow-eyed, as the strange elves take their leave.
b. Aftermath
Although she leaves the reading to those quicker at it, the first mention of Zazikel's name results in a brusque "archdemon of the Second Blight," as Teren roots around among the Venatori dead. She looks up, scans about the room, then pauses oddly, straightens: "...weren't there more of us?"