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(OOC: Umm...Bront said I should do average damage...6 was with the bonuses....O.o...) (Can you tell this is my first D&D based PbP game? -_-)

Rosalynn left the inn then, appearing with her rapier in hand. She stood for a moment, silent and still before putting her left hand over her heart and singing in a soft mezzo sporano voice.... "No foe is too much with a determined heart We march into the fray, ne'er torn apart Come to the...

Rosalynn's ears perked up as she'd been previously starting into space...thinking of a new song. "Slave? Not too keen on that...but I'm willing to help if you're going along big brother.' She replied with a shrug

*is so tempted to be the quiet nerd poet writer girl.* heh heh hehDresses in all dark colors....coke-bottle glasses...always carries a notebook and pen... Dear god, she's already forming in my mind.... Jennilee

Rosalynn smiled and too a small bow. "That was The Snow Fairy March." She replied. She sipped her drink and sat down for a moment. She placed her flute in her lap and looked around the room..thinking of a song to sing later...

Rosalynn doesn't really notice Sunny much, having too much fun playing. She starts to dance herself then, keeping pace and playing ever so slightly faster. (OOC I'm so dying of laughter over here at the mental image....tyvm)

Rosalynn smiled and moved to where she'd set down her pack. She reached into it and retrieved a wooden flute. She moved out to a more central area and raised the instrument to her lips, playing a few low, haunting notes to warm up. They started out soft, with a slight vibrato as she swayed...

[/color] Rosalynn was tempted to give Vanitri a look of DOOM. "Yes, but I would never use it against my family and you'd do well to remember that." She muttered. "Oh? And what shall I sing? Or would you rather I try my flute?" She responded, her manner changing at the drop of a hat.

Rosalynn listened to everyone talk. She was appauled at the notion of her crawling into Sunny's bed, though she didn't show it. She noticed Vanitri's strange behavoir then, and as soon as it began, it was over. It is only a spell...it isn't real....Calm... "It's fine brother dear." She...

Rosalynn made a face and looked to Lasair. "Ahh I see. Well tis a pity that this is supposed to be funny because I for one am not amused." She said putting on the act of the disgusted maiden who would never ever think of such things.

Rosalynn grimaced, moving behind Vanitri to wipe the spit off her hand without Sunny seeing it. She decided not to comment on the joke, but was quite disgusted. "What is he talking about big brother...he scares me." She whispered to Vanitri.

(whoops...eh heh...read something wrong...I'll fix)

Rosalynn took her drink that had been offered, smiled and tilted her head cutely. "I'm nearly always a stranger in a strange land. I've been with Vanitri and the Freefolk so long, I've never really had a land to call my own." She admitted, though she did not seem sad about it at all. "Please...

Rosalynn smiled at Vanitry and quickly skipped over to Lasair with an apologetic bow. "I am sorry, in my haste to find my brother I did not hear you. Please allow me to make it up to you." She said in her sweetest voice, giving a genuine smile.

Rosalynn smiled, seeing Vanitri. She ran over to him, jumping on him with a hug. "Big Brother!" she cried. "Thank Mongrel you're safe!" she said happily before sitting down."

Lost.... Rosalynn was bored. She was tired of walking. I wonder if I could find someone to buy me a drink... She thought as she scanned the many people in the Inn. She stood near the door, putting on her lost little girl look. Maybe someone would notice her....

Rosalynn Siannodel Name: Rosalynn Siannodel Class: Bard Race: Half-Elf Size: Medium Gender: Female Alignment: CN Deity: Mongrel Str: 12 +1 (4p.) Level: 2 XP: 1575/1000 Dex: 15 +2 (8p.) BAB: +1 HP: 10 (2d6) Con: 10 +0 (2p.) Grapple: +2 Dmg Red: 0/0 Int: 14 +2...