<div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fg8RTFGOT4/WOPg27uL7qI/AAAAAAAAeGo/QgvxS8xwCXgoI1eyXWDi_lA3TbTyoGrMQCLcB/s1600/amonkhet%2Bwarrior%2Blius%2Blasahido.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Safir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333666.msg15891938#msg15891938)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">AC:</span></strong>19, touch 11, flat-footed 18, CMD 17<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">HP:</span></strong>45/45<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>+9 at least?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Madame Morjiana Alecsa, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Solemn and stoic, Safir listened to the news Corvus brought, and the chorus of voices that followed. Watching, listening, he turned a matched set of bones engraved with the Ancient Osiriani hieroglyphs for "weal" and "woe" over in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the hieroglyphs. The Distant Falcon was watchful, and had bestowed upon him gifts allowing him to predict the future to a certain extent... but his supplies were limited, and so he could not invoke such magics before every possible danger. A tribe of bleachlings...<br/><br/>Well, it was good that he was not the only source of divination in this caravan, his piercing blue eyes turning to the Madame Morijiana Alecsa.<br/><br/><strong>"Madame... Might I suggest this warrants consulting your Harrow deck?"</strong>Not a common method of divination magic in the lands of Osirion, Safir was curious to see how efficacious it might be compared to the book of prophecies Urd carried and the spells Horus bestowed upon his priest.