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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7245852" data-attributes="member: 6801311"><img src="http://i65.tinypic.com/s6jebb.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Stone MillAfternoon“Thank you kindly, good sir,” Risia said, giving the innkeeper a smile. She turned back to her eager admirers. “Alas, I must restring my bow,” she said. “But give me a moment.” She pulled her fiddle out and worked to fix the string. She might do a smaller dance number, since she had changed out of her costume. Her leathers were supple and easy to move in, but nothing like the costumes, and less revealing than the last one she wore, though not all her costumes were such. She had one for more formal occasions, and another that was more modest and every day. Of course, her short, low cut dress often brought in the most coin.But the armor was special, given to her by the Prince of Frost, like the pendant and the small wand sheathed at her waist beside her dagger. Both were made of never melting ice, and the silver thread in the frost pattern of her white armor was actually frost. She pulled out his other gift, a small cube of ice, each face dyed a different color. She had no idea what the little trinket was or meant, only that it never melted, touched by the great archfey’s power.When her violin was ready, Risia put bow to strings again. Thinking of her Prince, Risia changed tunes. The melody was slow, haunting, and instead of dancing, she sang. She sang of the cold loneliness of winter, of a love that melted a frozen heart, and of that love lost. She felt the magic weave through the melody, the touch of her Prince’s power. It started to snow lightly in the warm tavern room. Her breath became visible, and the tears that dusted her cheeks froze on her pale skin. Snow Singer or Winter Witch, one couldn’t help be moved.As the song ended, a chunk of bread from someone’s dinner flew out of the crowd and bounced off of Risia’s forehead. She blinked, shaken out of the moment, blue eyes going wide as she stared at a big farmer.“Bah! If we let the Winter Witch play, she’ll jus’ be bringin’ winter early, b’fore we can get all the harvest in!”“Gerry! Siddown, ye donkey’s arse! Yeh treat ‘er bad, she will bring it early! She can hold off winter just as well as bring it, if yeh treat ‘er right!”Someone yanked Gerry down by the belt back into his seat, and he slumped sullenly.Not everyone appreciated magic, and Risia had carefully cultivated her reputation.“My thanks,” she said to her defender, flashing him a flirtatious smile. “My hero.” The tears melted on her cheeks, and she wiped them away.[video]https://www.youtube.com/embed/aHjpOzsQ9YI[/video][sblock=Actions]Action: <a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=181916" target="_blank">Performance: 1D20+5 = [9]+5 = 14</a>Move: Bonus Action: Free Object Interaction: Concentration: Conditions: [/sblock][sblock=Ministats]HP: 10/10AC: 13Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, PrestidigitationL1 (1/1): Faerie Fire, Sleep[/sblock]</blockquote>

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