Emily Kaldwin HP: 100
Roll to hit: 9 (Missed!)

Emily was in the Void again. She’d found another portal down beneath Dunwall, in the depths of the sewers. She had grown to like her trips through the void; despite the weird physics and strange feelings she felt when she traveled through the portals. Every trip seemed to change her personality in some way or another, albeit temporarily when she returned to Dunwall, they seemed to last indefinitely when she wasn’t in her native realm.

Ahead of her, atop an onyx-colored monolith, was her goal: A portal to another world, presumably wildly different from her own. She used her trained parkour and magic skills to jump, swing, and pull her way up the surrounding structures, eventually reaching the portal, a whirling mass of concave-yet-convex shapes and amalgamations that phased between the Void, her own perception, and the world beyond.

“Well, here goes nothing,” she whispered to herself.

She walked through the portal, and instantly fell upon lush, green grass. Emily almost had to cover her eyes -- everything was so bright. She twirled around in almost a 360 degree arc, taking in her surroundings.

“It’s… beautiful.” Emily said aloud, not realizing she did.

Whatever world she landed in, it was inverse of the one she had come from. Instead of the stench of sweat, whale oil, and industrial grease, she smelt, tasted the fresh air, and it was wonderful. She turned back around, the portal to the void still whirling behind her. She had to get back to Dunwall somehow.

She heard faint footsteps, impossible for the untrained ear to discern from the ambient noise. It sounded like there was only one, coming from behind a nearby group of trees. She turned, and saw a young, thin elvish-looking woman. She wore what seemed like a mixture of gold and brass armor and decoration, topped off with a tiara which sat atop of a head of long, golden hair tied back into a braid. She seemed to carry herself with a certain dignity and class, mixed with a deadly frailness.

In other words, she was beautiful.

Emily never really had the chance to indulge herself with romantic relationships, with all of the political backstabbing, maneuvering, executions, assassinations, training, and ruling taking up most of her time. Now, however, she did.

A strange, malignant feeling crept up from the depths of her body to meet at the ends of her fingertips. A sick, reviled sadism crept into her mind; something she knew was a sickening prospect, but at the same time, it felt so good. She wanted to kill this girl, use her twitching body as a plaything, to satisfy her own twisted desires. Violence crept through her veins, like the Void itself.

Instinctively, as with her countless other targets, she drew her crossbow and fired, directly at the girl’s chest.