Nowaru

Adilika

-Ha-ha, you're so funny! - a young girl in a neat patterned dress giggled merrily, sitting at the dining table opposite a plump gentleman in an expensive suit. The bloated carcass glanced at the dial of a luxurious gold-framed pocket watch and smiled crookedly, revealing a maw of half-rotten teeth with bits of meat clearly stuck in some places.
-You bet! - the official smirked, filling his mouth with new pieces of tender venison seasoned with exquisite spices from overseas lands. Having emptied another crystal glass of thick wine, the Ilinarian carelessly wiped his swollen lips with a corner of the tablecloth and let out a disgusting burp, filling the main hall with the aroma of food digesting in his stomach.
-Please forgive me, darling. - the owner of the choir continued as if nothing had happened, licking his greasy fingers. Small piggy eyes clung longingly to the young companion, piercing her with a lustful gaze.
-It's okay, piggie, ha-ha-ha! - the maiden burst into laughter, waving off the aroused rich man. -Lest you feel unwell again!
-Don't be afraid, cutie, I'll have plenty of own same male strength. - frowning, the gentleman rose from the table, patting his vast belly.
-I'm not even afraid, ha-ha! - the guest winked playfully back at him, taking several sips from her glass. -But what about your favorite little wife, whatever her name was, hmm...?
-That vile old woman? - the official frowned reluctantly. -I banished her to her parents for a couple of weeks, so in the near future, there won't be a trace of that hag in my house.
-Then why did you marry her if she's such a hag? - the lady wondered incomprehensibly, rising from her seat.
-Mistakes of youth, you understand. Ah, to hell with her. - the Ilinarian waved his hand. -So where did we leave off?
-I think you wanted to show me your immense male strength, hmm? - the girl smiled slyly, stepping close to the sweating official. Gently touching his flushed cheeks with her palms, the girl gave the rich man a passionate kiss. Breathing convulsively and croaking something unintelligible, the official came to himself after a moment and gripped his companion tightly with greasy little hands. It was visible how drops of hot sweat appeared on his forehead, veins swelled at his temples, and nostrils flared in rapid breathing, blasting the girl's face with the stench of toxic rot.
-Let's go... there... over there... - the rich man muttered under his breath, impatiently dragging the lady toward his own chambers. -Get out, I said! Get out! - he shouted angrily at the maids in light fabric gowns they encountered along the way. -And you too! To hell, to hell with you, idiot with your report! - he pushed away a mercenary in light armor with a scabbard hanging from a leather belt, in which the hilt of a short sword was visible. The guard clutched some papers in his hands, and his entire appearance radiated heightened concern. -I said, get out of here! - the Ilinarian panted, kicking the guard with the toe of his boot with all his might, after which the latter, casting a contemptuous glance at the owner's latest passion, hurried to leave.
-Now, it seems, everything is set... - the merchant sighed in relief, closing the door to the luxurious bedroom located on the second floor of the rich man's estate.
-Bolt the door, chubby! - the girl squeaked demandingly. -I don't want anyone to disturb us. Oh, wow, what beauty! - she exhaled in amazement, looking around. The wide rectangular room, filled with expensive utensils, glittered with gold and shimmered with gemstones reflecting from a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Exquisite fabric carpets of wonderful colors covered the stone floor here, and thin velvet curtains closed the windows. Right in the middle of the room was a high bed covered with soft blankets.
-Do you like it? He-he. - the rich man smirked languidly, grabbing the girl by the shoulders and hastily escorting her to the bed.
-Oh, piggie, why are you so impatient! - the guest pouted her lips offendedly, then immediately laughed loudly. -I love those kinds! - she continued, sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully pulling off her dress.
-To hell with all that! - the fat man growled excitedly, grabbing the edges of the outfit with swollen fingers and ripping them toward himself with all his strength. A light crack of tearing fabric was heard.
-Hey, you'll tear it!
-I'll buy you a thousand more later.
-You're quite a hero to me, piggie! - the girl noted longingly, lightly pushing the fat man onto the bed, then burst into laughter again.
-Why are you laughing all the time? - the Ilinarian inquired, turning his piggy snout toward his companion. -What's so funny?
-No, nothing, I just remembered how you kicked that little guy at the door! - the girl continued to howl with laughter.
-Ah, to hell with him, that idiot. - the rich man grinned in a malicious smile. -He brings only bad news and no use at all.
-Really, absolutely none? - the girl made a surprised face, leaning over the rich man.
-Well, yes. He's supposed to keep an eye on my affairs, and some small things, handle my security, you know.
-And why do you need protection? You're already the strongest and bravest of all, piggie! Do you really need protection?
-Eh, you silly thing. - the fat man ran a sweaty palm through the girl's hair. -Times are not easy now. Ah, why am I telling you this. Let's get to business. - he added, unzipping his pants.
-Indeed. - the lady nodded affirmatively, adjusting her torn dress. -Absolutely nothing interesting. - she continued, carefully extracting a small knife from the patterned tear at hip level. -But this was very-very-very risky, just how I like it! - Adilika exclaimed excitedly, sharply plunging the blade into the Ilinarian's belly up to the hilt.
A stifled moan escaped the astonished merchant's mouth, followed by a hoarse scream that echoed throughout the Castle. The girl pulled the dagger from the depths of the official's stomach, then jumped on him and gently slashed across the victim's chest. Letting out a heart-wrenching shriek, the gentleman thrashed in inhuman convulsions, trying to shake off the killer. Grabbing the wounded man's wrists, Adilika easily held him in place, watching with pleasure as streams of blood soaked the sheets, coloring them burgundy.
Hurried footsteps of many feet, angry shouts, and blows were heard behind the door.
-What beauty, ha-ha-ha! - the killer laughed hysterically, watching her own victim's suffering. -And remember, piggie, how you attacked our peaceful little ship a few years ago, hm? And we were only transporting captured Ilinarian slaves, what's wrong with that, hm? Ha-ha-ha, and what did you do, non-humans? Not only did you slaughter the men, but you also beat all the women half to death and gang-raped them! How shameful, ha-ha! - suddenly the girl fell silent and, plunging the knife blade into the rich man's left palm, placed her index finger to her lips.
-Shhh, do you hear it, hm? Do you hear it? Be quiet in there! - she shouted angrily at the crowd unsuccessfully breaking down the bedroom door. -Do you hear this same incessant crying, piggie? No? You don't hear it? Really not? But I do. Every day, every night, every moment I hear it. The cry of my unborn child. - the killer's eyes flashed insanely, bringing her face close to the bloodied sweaty mug of the Ilinarian. It was visible how bitter tears streamed in torrents from his rounded eyelids.
-You know, I always dreamed of having a little daughter. Or a son. But after that merry story, I'm afraid I can never have children again. - she whispered slowly, pronouncing every syllable separately. -Ne.Ver. Again. And then they threw me into the sea, stripped, beaten, weak as a dead rat. You probably forgot about me later, didn't you, piggie? But I didn't forget. - the killer's face brightened again and she laughed loudly once more. -And when our island was captured by the servants of the order, and when our cities were burned, and most people sent into slavery, and when you triumphantly returned home and got this summer cottage. No, I remembered everything clearly. - nodding affirmatively to her own words, Adilika slashed the rich man with the knife again. This time not a scream, but a weak piteous moan escaped his maw. Meanwhile, the sturdy oak door was already preparing to fly off its hinges.
-What, have you given up already, piggie? - the girl sighed disappointedly. -Do you think I came here to avenge myself on you? Do you think you're worthy of my revenge? No-no-no, ha-ha-ha! - laughing joyfully, the killer grabbed a clump of the fat man's greasy hair and lifted his head, shaking a small amulet in front of his nose, crafted in the shape of the Elulu-Suen coat of arms. -I don't give a damn about you, piece of filth. It was you who didn't please them, not me. But I liked you very much, piggie. - finishing the phrase, Adilika carefully slit the victim's throat, placing her hands under the stream of spurting blood. -How dirty your blood is! - the bandit snorted contemptuously. -Just disgusting! - she added, licking the bloody knife blade with the tip of her tongue, then giving the silenced lips of the victim a hot farewell kiss. -Well, bye.
At that moment, the bedroom door finally gave way, and the same mercenary flew into the room at full speed, clutching a prepared sword in his hands. In the next instant, the warrior's eye was pierced by the dagger thrown by the killer, and Adilika herself, rolling back over the bloodied body of the Ilinarian lord, pulled a loaded gun from under the bed. Fingers squeezed the trigger, an unfamiliar recoil hit her shoulder painfully, a sharp crack, a bright flash, and grayish smoke mixed with the screams of the wounded who had so conveniently crowded together at the door. Without further delay, the killer tore down the fabric curtain, wrapped herself in it, and, sending a farewell air kiss to the rising guard, hurried to leave the estate through the window.

-I think you definitely misunderstand the essence of the precepts of our great order. - sighed the servant, wrapped in a thick dark robe with images of Elulu-Suen symbols on the chest and back.
-U-tyu-tyu, it's you who misunderstands something! - Adilika shook her head energetically. -I read the charter of our glorious teaching, and I remember perfectly what is said there. First, self-improvement, right?
-I don't understand where you're going with this. - the servant whispered softly.
-In the time I spent here, my skills have improved twofold, maybe threefold, get it? - the bandit asked slyly. -And do you remember the second one, huh? Obtaining pla-su-re. - the killer clearly pronounced the interesting word syllable by syllable. -And for Tilians, it's just in the blood. You could say that I am a more faithful servant of the great ideas of Elulu-Suen than you.
-How dare you? - the interlocutor snorted offendedly, spitting on the pebble-paved embankment, which offered a beautiful view of the calm sea waters resting in night slumber, as well as the thin winding coastline of the island that hid within its depths hot sandy beaches, exotic nature, and a magnificent city that blended elegantly with the surrounding tropical atmosphere.
-Yuck, how uncouth. - the Tilian noted. -If the guards were here now, you'd get it good for daring to let your dirty spit on the ground. You're still a bad servant, but oh well.
Adilika's interlocutor wanted to throw something back at her, but he pulled himself together and continued in his usual calm voice, barely suppressing notes of rage. -Be that as it may, excellent work. Another unbeliever hindering our plans has now been dealt with. There should be no problems with him; in his own country, the same fate awaited him within the next month, so we've even helped the locals, you could say, because no one will look for you. Furthermore...
-Boring... Boring. Boring! - the killer yawned demonstratively, cutting off the servant mid-sentence. -Let's get closer to the point.
-Ah, you! Er, khm, fine, have it your way. - the order member restrained himself, pulling a clinking bag from the folds of his mantle. -Your reward for completing the task.
-Ha-ha-ha, why so much? - Adilika laughed in surprise, interestedly snatching the bag from the servant's hands. Glancing at the loot for a moment and estimating the volume and weight of the contents, the bandit suddenly pulled out a dagger and slit the fabric bottom of the bag. Clinking loudly, coins poured like rain onto the pavement, reflecting the silvery moonlight illuminating the cloudless night sky.
-What are you doing, fool? - the servant lost all self-control, falling to his knees and beginning to collect the scattered savings. Meanwhile, the rain of money stopped, leaving only a modest portion of the reward in the depths of the bag. Nodding with satisfaction, the bandit poured the remaining contents into her own travel bag.
-This will be quite enough for me. Who needs your shiny things? What use are they? The only profit is in this, here, look! - the killer shook a beautiful medallion on a silver chain before the face of the hunched servant. -This gift was given to me by Lady Airy herself! Understand, heretic? Ah, whatever. - Adilika waved her hand delicately. -By the way, what's the next task?
-Ilinar. Covellia. The rest later. - the interlocutor hissed through his teeth, unsuccessfully crawling for the remains of the reward.
-Is that so, again? Well, wonderful! - the girl smiled widely. -Oh, look, another one, right here! - she pointed with her hand to a coin lying nearby.
-Oh, thank you, pfft. - the servant nodded gratefully, reaching for the object, when the bandit, carefully leaning over the gold, shortly spat on it right in front of the order member's hand. -Well, I'm off! Good luck, honey! - she laughed as if nothing had happened, skipping along the shore.


Race: Tilians
*First Strike

Religion: Elulu-Suen
Passive
* +3 to all characteristics.
* +4 DR
* +1 MP
* +1 HP

Domain: Enluan (treasury of the world)
Origin Bonus: artifact.


Characteristics:

Strength - 20
Endurance - 21
Agility - 37
Perception - 37
Consciousness - 20
Magic - 3


Skills:

Military Craft

Scout
Initiative +1
MOV +2
Ability to quickly gather information about the nearby territory.(1) (1)

Assassin

Stealth
Check: agility+50% against target's perception.
Stealth attack deals double damage.
Requires one turn to activate, no cooldown.(1)
Killing
Target penalties in the gray vision zone increase to 60%, in red to 100%.
Melee: attacks delivered directly from behind deal fourfold damage, ignore resists and armor. Applicable only with one-handed weapons.
REQ: activated stealth or opponent's inability to react - they are immobilized or surrounded.
Ranged: attacks delivered from the red vision zone deal two and a half times more damage. Damage does not stack with stealth. (2)
Knife Throwing
Character is trained to throw knives; range - 7.
Damage: (perception/2)% of target's max HP. A critical hit will deal fourfold damage. (1)

One-Handed Weapons

One-Handed Weapon Proficiency
Penalty when using one-handed weapons is neutralized. (1)
Parrying
ACC vs opponent's ACC. When using a shield in the second hand, a 30% penalty is acquired. (1)
REQ: One-Handed Weapon Proficiency ✓
Fluidity of Movement
+40% AGI
+2 MOV (1)
REQ: One-Handed Weapon Proficiency ✓[/B]
REQ: absence of heavy armor ✗
Lightning Speed
Additional attack.
ACC +30%
(2)
REQ: One-Handed Weapon Proficiency ✓[/B]

Guns

Arquebusier
Character is trained to use firearms. (1)
Seasoned Shooter
ACC +60% (3)


Inventory:

Travel bag with some amount of savings and other junk that might be useful on the road.
Throwing knives.
Adilika's Dagger. This one, although very similar to other toys in the collection, is very dear to the bandit. Its steel has taken the lives of most unsuspecting victims, and the convenient shape and construction of the blade seem to call for fresh blood.
Pirate Saber. A gift from the old inhabitants of the Tilian island, now serving as a haven for followers of the Elulu-Suen faith, it hasn't lost its effectiveness, allowing it to be used as a decent one-handed weapon both at sea and on land.
"Firecracker". A simple but powerful firearm representing all the power of modern science. Made to order for a local rich man in Ilinar, the gun was stolen by the enterprising killer during one of her last raids. And although mastering it cost great effort, the bandit did not regret the time spent on training at all.
Amulet of Elulu-Suen. A rare and very powerful relic obtained by the adventurer as a reward for successful service to the goals of the order.

According to legends, whoever possesses this artifact will never stray from the chosen path, and the grief and misfortunes that fall to their lot will inevitably turn into joys and pleasures, warming the soul and heart with pleasant warmth, adding strength for new achievements and self-improvement in the name of the great goals of the ancient order. [Immunity to most spells and abilities affecting the mind.]