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<blockquote data-quote="shadowmask" data-source="post: 3709717" data-attributes="member: 52236">Corath looks to each of her companions in turn.&nbsp; &quot;I am what was once called a Thayvian Nimblewright.&nbsp; Who created me, what my purpose was, and everything else of my past is fragmented.&quot;&nbsp; She reaches for the neck of her blouse and pulls a cord with a ring hanging from it.&nbsp; &quot;I carry this.&quot;&nbsp; The ring is made of brass; the sigil marking the top is a hand cradling (or perhaps crushing) a stylized elven face centered in a circle of archaic lettering.&nbsp; Reaching for her blouse to pull it open a bit, she reveals what appears to be a tattoo of the same mark.&nbsp; &quot;I also carry this.&quot;&nbsp; The mark fades before their eyes much as her true form was revealed then hidden.&nbsp; &quot;What my nature is,&quot; Corath looks pointedly at the druid, &quot;I don't know beyond...dangerous.&quot;&nbsp; Her left hand suddenly shifts forward unnaturally upon her wrist.&nbsp; At nearly the same instant, what appears to be a rapier blade extends with a sibilant shing from where her hand had been just a moment before.&nbsp; Her hand grasps the hilt; the two seem to meld together until her grip seems unbreakable.&nbsp; She keeps the blade pointed toward the ground.&nbsp; After a moment, she reverses the process.&nbsp; Her hand and hilt separate, again becoming two.&nbsp; Her wrist shifts forward unnaturally while the blade suddenly disappears into her arm.&nbsp; Her hand resumes its more natural position on her wrist.&nbsp; Once again, she seems an unassuming, if awkward, woman of Thayvian descent.She then looks at Alaric.&nbsp; &quot;What I do know is that the vow I took to protect you, I can keep.&quot;&nbsp; She again looks around the circle of those who sit in judgment of her.&nbsp; &quot;A choice must be made.&nbsp; I will gladly continue on with you, or I can return to the captial and continue my search for the Voice there.&quot;&nbsp; Corath waits patiently for the others to make up their minds.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="shadowmask, post: 3709717, member: 52236"] Corath looks to each of her companions in turn. [COLOR=Plum]"I am what was once called a Thayvian Nimblewright. Who created me, what my purpose was, and everything else of my past is fragmented."[/COLOR] She reaches for the neck of her blouse and pulls a cord with a ring hanging from it. [COLOR=Plum]"I carry this."[/COLOR] The ring is made of brass; the sigil marking the top is a hand cradling (or perhaps crushing) a stylized elven face centered in a circle of archaic lettering. Reaching for her blouse to pull it open a bit, she reveals what appears to be a tattoo of the same mark. [COLOR=Plum]"I also carry this."[/COLOR] The mark fades before their eyes much as her true form was revealed then hidden. [COLOR=Plum]"What my nature is,"[/COLOR] Corath looks pointedly at the druid, [COLOR=Plum]"I don't know beyond...dangerous."[/COLOR] Her left hand suddenly shifts forward unnaturally upon her wrist. At nearly the same instant, what appears to be a rapier blade extends with a sibilant [I]shing[/I] from where her hand had been just a moment before. Her hand grasps the hilt; the two seem to meld together until her grip seems unbreakable. She keeps the blade pointed toward the ground. After a moment, she reverses the process. Her hand and hilt separate, again becoming two. Her wrist shifts forward unnaturally while the blade suddenly disappears into her arm. Her hand resumes its more natural position on her wrist. Once again, she seems an unassuming, if awkward, woman of Thayvian descent. She then looks at Alaric. [COLOR=Plum]"What I do know is that the vow I took to protect you, I can keep."[/COLOR] She again looks around the circle of those who sit in judgment of her. [COLOR=Plum]"A choice must be made. I will gladly continue on with you, or I can return to the captial and continue my search for the Voice there."[/COLOR] Corath waits patiently for the others to make up their minds. [/QUOTE]

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