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From the first moment that land is sighted, J'hanna stays up in the bow, straining for the first glimpses of her homeland. Once the ship begins to make its way through the crowded harbor though, she disappears down below, packing her gear and getting the old man's casket ready to unload. She is...

The young elven woman turned to face the unusual tiefling- she had seen few of those folk over the years, and had little knowledge of their ways. She bowed, deeply, very much the bow of a servant before a noble, and as usual her voice was soft and quiet. "I appreciate you offer, but it is a...

"I cannot advocate for violence, but one can neither fear violence, nor allow it to fester unchecked." Lenya's voice was firm, but still barely louder than a whisper. "But if you do wish to hunt them, I can show you where I ran into them."

The elven woman bowed her head once more. "I am Lenya. I am many things, but not a Lady..." Rather unusually for an elf, she does not announce any titles of clan, fane, or lineage, and when she pulls back the hood of her jacket, one can see that her hair is close-cropped, nearly shaved- without...

"It was those same men, the ones from the dock. I saw them at the tavern earlier, but had no thought to provoke them to further trouble. When I left, though, I got turned around in the streets- it is all much more chaotic and crowded than what I am used to..." At last, she slid the arrow back...

Lenya rises quite smoothly from her kneeling position, then steps aside so that Markus can get to the door. "I thank you for your generosity," she says, her voice still little more than a whisper. "And I think if there were trouble, it would be following me, certainly not so far ahead of me...

As soon as she realizes just who is approaching, Lenya relaxed the pull on her bowstring and slipped the arrow off the nock. She did not, at least immediately, go so far as to drop the arrow back into the quiver. Her trouble had been with humans, so far, but she did not know the tiefling or the...

Joy desperately wanted to take a glance towards Akemi- she was one of the few military people left, and the only one of the so-called Chosen who wasn't already in Locke's camp. She couldn't risk it now though; it would look to much like weakness. Instead, she matched Locke's gaze directlly...

From Lord Clarion's residence and the various embassies, it is only a short walk back to the house that the Mage Corps was using as a base, especially for those familiar with the city's geography. Even this late at night, there are quite a few people (of many races) still out and about- though...

So I'm finally starting to have the time and the schedule stability to start looking for a tabletop group, but things seem a bit thin in this area. Looking for a group for some form of D&D (4e or 5e)- prefer a fairly mature/grown-up group, with at least some RP. Anyone out there?

Mina continued to trail along behind the rest of the group. With the others watching the way ahead, she kept most of her attention on the passages behind them, just in case, and she had another arrow ready...

Joy watched Locke's approach with a wary eye. She wasn't afraid of him, not really, but there was just something subtly wrong with the man. Just being near him gave her the same sort of vibe she had felt during hyperspace, like there were voices whispering constantly- and Locke could hear them...

Replied via PM- basically Lenya.

"That was a warning," Mina trilled at the sound of the goblin shout- she sounded almost surprised. Then she focused her attention at the goblin snagged by Aenwyr's spell, drawing her arrow back to her ear and releasing it in a single fluid motion. The shaft sped across the intervening distance...

It had been a bit of a blur, really. The entire evacuation process had been a total cluster- but that wasn't really unexpected. Joy had tried to stay out of the way as much as possible- she had been locked into her shared cabin, going over some new footage from the last few days before boarding...

Throughout the aftermath of the fight, and the confrontation with Justice, J'hanna stood off to one side. She kept her helm and her shield on at first, just in case, but said not a word. It wasn't her ship, and so not her place to venture an opinion- and she had to admit she didn't entirely...

Gwen "Joy" Jackson- IN PROGRESS Gwendolyn Joyce Jackson (“Joy”) >Race/Gender: Human; Female >Age: 30 Class/Level: Bard 1 Background: Field scientist (Outlander) Alignment: N Type (subtype): Humanoid (human) Size: Medium Initiative: +1 Speed: 30 feet Senses: N/A Passive Perception: 15...

I'll post what I have so far. I still need to finish up some detail work- spell lists, a bond, a second trait, etc.

Mina waited with her bow in hand and an arrow on the string, ready to help the others take out the surviving goblins once the spell was cast.

Here is a first pas for the mechanical part of the character sheet. I need to polish the details (including personality bits) and make some adjustments, but this should be good enough to get things rolling. Gwendolyn Joyce Jackson (“Joy”) >Race/Gender: Human; Female >Age: 30 Class/Level: Bard...