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<blockquote data-quote="reddist" data-source="post: 2208733" data-attributes="member: 5212">Felicity, the Half-Elf Druid and her Righteous Anger&quot;And,&quot; Felicity adds, looking down at the dead mother bear, her voice dropping so low its barely a whisper through her clenched jaw, &quot;if we find that Orc who so used her against us, I want his head on a stick.&quot;&nbsp; Her left hand squeezes the handle of her scimitar so tightly her knuckles turn white, and the fingers of her right hand, hanging at her waist, begin twirling in the air, drawing small motes of pollen and dust and lighting them with arcane energies.&nbsp; The motes swirl and twist about her fingers, glowing faintly with a pearlescent golden light.&nbsp; She does not seem to be aware of her anger manifesting such energies.&nbsp; Eventually Felicity turns from the corpse and heads to the front of the line, pausing only to scoop up her crossbow and reload it.&nbsp; Her usual bright smile has been replaced with a look of grim and deadly determination. &quot;Well?&nbsp; Are we fit to travel?&quot;&nbsp; She asks, retying her ponytail with a hard snap on the leather thong.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="reddist, post: 2208733, member: 5212"] [b]Felicity, the Half-Elf Druid and her Righteous Anger[/b] [COLOR=Green]"And,"[/COLOR] Felicity adds, looking down at the dead mother bear, her voice dropping so low its barely a whisper through her clenched jaw, [COLOR=Green]"if we find that Orc who so used her against us, I want his head on a [I]stick."[/I][/COLOR] Her left hand squeezes the handle of her scimitar so tightly her knuckles turn white, and the fingers of her right hand, hanging at her waist, begin twirling in the air, drawing small motes of pollen and dust and lighting them with arcane energies. The motes swirl and twist about her fingers, glowing faintly with a pearlescent golden light. She does not seem to be aware of her anger manifesting such energies. Eventually Felicity turns from the corpse and heads to the front of the line, pausing only to scoop up her crossbow and reload it. Her usual bright smile has been replaced with a look of grim and deadly determination. [COLOR=Green] "Well? Are we fit to travel?"[/COLOR] She asks, retying her ponytail with a hard snap on the leather thong. [/QUOTE]

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