Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 30.111

'''<font color="990066">Bill's Question:</font>''' When did Machiavelli live in Eredane?  ;)

'''<font color="990066">Bill's Question:</font>''' When did Machiavelli live in Eredane?  ;)

:  <font color=red>ANSWER:  He was a mean elf.  No, seriously - this is just a perfect word to describe a paragraph of info.  Assume it's a descriptor, not a reference to a name.</font>

:  <font color=red>ANSWER:  He was a mean elf.  No, seriously - this is just a perfect word to describe a paragraph of info.  Assume it's a descriptor, not a reference to a name.</font>

:  <font color=red>ANSWER:  '' '''ROLL:'''  Kyuad (Lorebook +18)  ROLLED:  4+18 =  22 ''  <br> ''With this roll -  

:  <font color=red>ANSWER:  '' '''ROLL:'''  Kyuad (Lorebook +18)  ROLLED:  4+18 =  22 ''  <br> ''With this roll -  

::  Wouldn't you like to know!  Good catch!  <br>  Razors are Izrador’s personal shock troops, sent by the god himself to deal with special problems. They derive their name from the long obsidian shard talons that rip though their fingertips. Similar shards of obsidian are laced through their gray skin, emerging no more than one inch from the skin’s surface. <br> Unlike most of Izrador’s servants, the razors served the dark god long before his fall to Aryth. They were part of his infernal host when he challenged the gods. They fell with him amid the hurtling comet of the Sundering, and they realized that their bodies could exist indefinitely in this new world. Rather than die, they enacted a bold and vile plan. In their last days, the razors capture and interbreed with as many fey females as they could find. They then performed a horrid ritual that only one out of every four of them survived. When all was said and done, the razors had gained strange abilities enabling them to continue on in this lesser world. <br> Centuries of training, combat, and dedication have honed their fighting skills and tactics to an unholy edge. Unlike other Shadow minions, their fierce loyalty to the Shadow prevents them from diverting from their mission. Razors are efficient and calm, dealing with their foes as quickly as possible so they can continue to their next target. When that target is within their grasp, they gore, torture, and mutilate their targets, bathing themselves in blood and pain, before finally delivering the killing blow.  <br> Even a single razor represents a deadly threat to even experienced parties of resistance fighters. Unfortunately for the resistance, razors usually travel in numbers. These minions have known each other for centuries; they know the way each member of the unit thinks and fights, allowing them to respond to and support one another as if they had a single mind. A pair of razors is usually a hunting or assassination team sent after a specific target, usually an important part of the resistance command structure. A squad of razors (usually 4 to 6 of the creatures) may also be assigned to deal with a particularly difficult skirmish situation. Entire units of razors are reserved for breaking specific areas or winning key battles. In all cases, the creatures move at great speed to reach their objective, then set to work with vigor. When breaking resistance in an area, they destroy everything and everyone they encounter. When sent to turn the tide of a battle, they ignore the orders of the local commanders, waiting for the moment when an application of elite force will do the most good.</font>

::  Wouldn't you like to know!  Good catch!  <br>  Razors are Izrador’s personal shock troops, sent by the god himself to deal with special problems. They derive their name from the long obsidian shard talons that rip though their fingertips. Similar shards of obsidian are laced through their gray skin, emerging no more than one inch from the skin’s surface. <br> Unlike most of Izrador’s servants, the razors served the dark god long before his fall to Aryth. They were part of his infernal host when he challenged the gods. They fell with him amid the hurtling comet of the Sundering, and they realized that their bodies could exist indefinitely in this new world. Rather than die, they enacted a bold and vile plan. In their last days, the razors capture and interbreed with as many fey females as they could find. They then performed a horrid ritual that only one out of every four of them survived. When all was said and done, the razors had gained strange abilities enabling them to continue on in this lesser world. <br> Centuries of training, combat, and dedication have honed their fighting skills and tactics to an unholy edge. Unlike other Shadow minions, their fierce loyalty to the Shadow prevents them from diverting from their mission. Razors are efficient and calm, dealing with their foes as quickly as possible so they can continue to their next target. When that target is within their grasp, they gore, torture, and mutilate their targets, bathing themselves in blood and pain, before finally delivering the killing blow.  <br> Even a single razor represents a deadly threat to even experienced parties of resistance fighters. Unfortunately for the resistance, razors usually travel in numbers. These minions have known each other for centuries; they know the way each member of the unit thinks and fights, allowing them to respond to and support one another as if they had a single mind. A pair of razors is usually a hunting or assassination team sent after a specific target, usually an important part of the resistance command structure. A squad of razors (usually 4 to 6 of the creatures) may also be assigned to deal with a particularly difficult skirmish situation. Entire units of razors are reserved for breaking specific areas or winning key battles. In all cases, the creatures move at great speed to reach their objective, then set to work with vigor. When breaking resistance in an area, they destroy everything and everyone they encounter. When sent to turn the tide of a battle, they ignore the orders of the local commanders, waiting for the moment when an application of elite force will do the most good.</font>