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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6941633" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Aletia: Hands off!</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Silver beams of soft moonlight had heralded Aletia’s arrival into the world. Through no choice of her own, her very being had been bestowed with both gifts, and oddities. She didn’t really think twice about night time activity. Hell, the young Elf was completely nocturnal when she had half a choice in the matter. A night sky overhead was better, be they the best of times... or the worst. Today was very much the latter. Grief. Loss. An unsteady future. An assemblage of hard facts she could hardly begin to chew. The icing on top was that terrible premonition which refused to fade away.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Now she found herself amongst the most unusual strangers. Aletia was pretty used to eyes upon her; be it the mere curiosity of passers by, or those who dared to flirt, charm or simply seek reason to behold her grace or more physical assets just a touch longer.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">All this was nothing new. It didn’t mean there weren’t rules though. Rules of engagement with a wild, somewhat naive, heart-breaking and youthful wielder of arrows and charm.</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">She stayed still and quiet as Jabbar announced the news, and used the opportunity to take note of the team’s reactions. They were a team right? It didn’t seem like usual late night drinks or a little gambling going on here. How much did they know? One would presume they would know far more than her…surely... or maybe not?</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">As a young Elven man entered the room, and made a mild fool of himself, Aletia smiled.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #b22222">~An Elf! Almost unrecognisable with that disheveled thing going on. Some days are better than others for all of us. This bodes well none the less.~</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #808080"><em>~A ssstrange sscent, and still no mouse?~</em></span></p><p><span style="color: #808080"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Even from within the confines of the backpack, it was hard for Aletia’s familiar to not notice. The one she'd presumed to be Underfolk, based purely on her dear mentor’s words, was a race she’d never before seen. Her eyes lingered on him a moment. Perhaps a little too long.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Rule one. Strangers don’t touch, not unless they are invited, which was quite a rarity to be honest. Groping hands. Unwanted touches. Close proximity. These things brought out the darkness in her, the very dark that held her Moon oh so high and oh so lonely.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">The dweller of underground realms was humming something incomprehensible! He was reaching out to touch her!</span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000000">[Spellcraft check to identify spell = 12. Fail.]</span></strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: #0000cd">“NO!” </span></strong><span style="color: #000000">the young Elven lass called out, bluntly and with nowhere near the politeness she’d gifted upon them thus far.</span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000000">[Reflex Save to avoid touch = 14. Pass.]</span></strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">She quick-stepped it backwards, one hand on the sodden silk of her dress, pulling it out of reach, the other firmly planted on something behind her back, over her shoulder, something long and sharp. The wall near the doorway was the end of her retreat. At worst, even though outnumbered, she’d have an escape route.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #b22222">~How dare he! Without explanation! Without being so chival as to ask first! Who knows what soiled mischief this thing intends to sew! And there I was being respectful, respectful enough to drop the disguise that got me here in one piece.~</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000cd">“What be your purpose Mister? Where I come from, we have something called manners. I fairly urge your apology!”</span><span style="color: #000000"> she demanded from the Underfolk with eyes narrowing, a defensive stance, and perhaps a little quivering of voice.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">As Aletia had moved back to immediate safety, she’d missed something. One of the rough n’ tough dwarves, one with a rather discomforting scar, had spoken.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Her gaze moved to Jabbar, softening somewhat, as she said, </span><span style="color: #0000cd">“Jabbar, I can not proclaim to know your allegiance with Master Burlock well, nor in detail. If you have queries, make them known, and I will ask of Kayote for answers first thing in the morn. I will say this, though, that Master Burlock is no fool on this matter. In one eve I’ve come to naught but confidence, in whatever plans he may lay. I dare say, this message truly must mean far more to you, than it would to me, his humble servant.”</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #b22222">~Cats and snakes do not escape the bag so easily!~</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Then her eyes shot back to the one who emitted the smell that her tiny viper seemed so interested in. It was clear for all to see, she was anxious yet prepared, and in order to seek her assistance, they would need to do better. Much better. This feisty young thing demanded respect.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p>[sblock=Aletia Stats]</p><p></p><table style='width: 100%'><tr><td><strong><img src="http://www.dawnindustry.com/Temp/AletiaS.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></strong></td><td><strong>ALETIA </strong><em>- Shining in the darkness</em><strong><br /> <br /> Sheet: </strong><a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599" target="_blank">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599</a><strong><br /> Level</strong> 4 Sorceress <strong>Init</strong> 3, <strong>HP</strong> Max: 22 Current: 22, <strong>Speed</strong> 30ft<br /> <strong>AC</strong> 14, <strong>Touch</strong> 13, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 11, <strong>Fort</strong> 3, <strong>Ref</strong> 4, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 2 <br /> <strong>Longbow </strong>+5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows)<br /> <strong>Longsword </strong>+2 to hit / D8 damage<br /> <br /> <strong>Familiar</strong> Crez (Tiny silver viper) <strong>Init</strong> 3, <strong>HP</strong> Max: 11 Current: 11, <strong>Speed</strong> 15ft<br /> <strong>AC</strong> 19, <strong>Fort</strong> 2, <strong>Ref</strong> 2, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 2 <br /> <strong>Poisonous Bite </strong>+2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison)<br /> <strong>Abilities: </strong>Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link</td></tr></table><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 6941633, member: 6799460"] [b]Aletia: Hands off![/b] [COLOR=#000000]Silver beams of soft moonlight had heralded Aletia’s arrival into the world. Through no choice of her own, her very being had been bestowed with both gifts, and oddities. She didn’t really think twice about night time activity. Hell, the young Elf was completely nocturnal when she had half a choice in the matter. A night sky overhead was better, be they the best of times... or the worst. Today was very much the latter. Grief. Loss. An unsteady future. An assemblage of hard facts she could hardly begin to chew. The icing on top was that terrible premonition which refused to fade away. Now she found herself amongst the most unusual strangers. Aletia was pretty used to eyes upon her; be it the mere curiosity of passers by, or those who dared to flirt, charm or simply seek reason to behold her grace or more physical assets just a touch longer. All this was nothing new. It didn’t mean there weren’t rules though. Rules of engagement with a wild, somewhat naive, heart-breaking and youthful wielder of arrows and charm.[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]She stayed still and quiet as Jabbar announced the news, and used the opportunity to take note of the team’s reactions. They were a team right? It didn’t seem like usual late night drinks or a little gambling going on here. How much did they know? One would presume they would know far more than her…surely... or maybe not?[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]As a young Elven man entered the room, and made a mild fool of himself, Aletia smiled.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#b22222]~An Elf! Almost unrecognisable with that disheveled thing going on. Some days are better than others for all of us. This bodes well none the less.~[/COLOR] [COLOR=#808080][I]~A ssstrange sscent, and still no mouse?~[/I] [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Even from within the confines of the backpack, it was hard for Aletia’s familiar to not notice. The one she'd presumed to be Underfolk, based purely on her dear mentor’s words, was a race she’d never before seen. Her eyes lingered on him a moment. Perhaps a little too long.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Rule one. Strangers don’t touch, not unless they are invited, which was quite a rarity to be honest. Groping hands. Unwanted touches. Close proximity. These things brought out the darkness in her, the very dark that held her Moon oh so high and oh so lonely. [/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]The dweller of underground realms was humming something incomprehensible! He was reaching out to touch her![/COLOR] [B][COLOR=#000000][Spellcraft check to identify spell = 12. Fail.][/COLOR][/B] [B][COLOR=#0000cd]“NO!” [/COLOR][/B][COLOR=#000000]the young Elven lass called out, bluntly and with nowhere near the politeness she’d gifted upon them thus far.[/COLOR] [B][COLOR=#000000][Reflex Save to avoid touch = 14. Pass.][/COLOR][/B] [COLOR=#000000]She quick-stepped it backwards, one hand on the sodden silk of her dress, pulling it out of reach, the other firmly planted on something behind her back, over her shoulder, something long and sharp. The wall near the doorway was the end of her retreat. At worst, even though outnumbered, she’d have an escape route.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#b22222]~How dare he! Without explanation! Without being so chival as to ask first! Who knows what soiled mischief this thing intends to sew! And there I was being respectful, respectful enough to drop the disguise that got me here in one piece.~[/COLOR] [COLOR=#0000cd]“What be your purpose Mister? Where I come from, we have something called manners. I fairly urge your apology!”[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] she demanded from the Underfolk with eyes narrowing, a defensive stance, and perhaps a little quivering of voice.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]As Aletia had moved back to immediate safety, she’d missed something. One of the rough n’ tough dwarves, one with a rather discomforting scar, had spoken.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] Her gaze moved to Jabbar, softening somewhat, as she said, [/COLOR][COLOR=#0000cd]“Jabbar, I can not proclaim to know your allegiance with Master Burlock well, nor in detail. If you have queries, make them known, and I will ask of Kayote for answers first thing in the morn. I will say this, though, that Master Burlock is no fool on this matter. In one eve I’ve come to naught but confidence, in whatever plans he may lay. I dare say, this message truly must mean far more to you, than it would to me, his humble servant.”[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#b22222]~Cats and snakes do not escape the bag so easily!~[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] Then her eyes shot back to the one who emitted the smell that her tiny viper seemed so interested in. It was clear for all to see, she was anxious yet prepared, and in order to seek her assistance, they would need to do better. Much better. This feisty young thing demanded respect. [/COLOR] [sblock=Aletia Stats] [TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD][B][IMG]http://www.dawnindustry.com/Temp/AletiaS.jpg[/IMG][/B][/TD] [TD][B]ALETIA [/B][I]- Shining in the darkness[/I][B] Sheet: [/B][URL]http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599[/URL][B] Level[/B] 4 Sorceress [B]Init[/B] 3, [B]HP[/B] Max: 22 Current: 22, [B]Speed[/B] 30ft [B]AC[/B] 14, [B]Touch[/B] 13, [B]Flat-footed[/B] 11, [B]Fort[/B] 3, [B]Ref[/B] 4, [B]Will[/B] 4, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2 [B]Longbow [/B]+5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows) [B]Longsword [/B]+2 to hit / D8 damage [B]Familiar[/B] Crez (Tiny silver viper) [B]Init[/B] 3, [B]HP[/B] Max: 11 Current: 11, [B]Speed[/B] 15ft [B]AC[/B] 19, [B]Fort[/B] 2, [B]Ref[/B] 2, [B]Will[/B] 4, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2 [B]Poisonous Bite [/B]+2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison) [B]Abilities: [/B]Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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