<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Fpic22-ava1.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Fpic22.jpg)</div><strong>                     Rianna Character Post</strong><br/><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Noon<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Noon<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No<br/><br/><hr/>Rianna's address had failed to please the Chosen, but she was certain if she had called him young man or boy, he might have attempted to lodge one of the many weapons he had in her.  "Yes a Devoted.  I shall remember that."  He trailed off into the Chosen tongue, which Rianna still hadn't picked up on much of.  She had learned a few languages in her youth, training with the many different types of people that joined the Academy.  Her time with the Chosen was rather short, and that time was spent training her physical and magical abilities almost exclusively.<br/><br/>The swordmage nodded her head at Corann's inquiry.  "Yes, the Academy in Melk.  It wasn't always in Melk, but it seems to have taken a permanent place there now.  My teachers were Akaris and Bellian.  They reserve their time for the most gifted of students in the Academy.  I'm still unfamilar with the hiararchy of the Chosen, so I'm not sure if I can tell you what 'type' they were.  They felt it unnecessary to explain those things and simply trained my skills with my sword and magic."  Rianna wasn't afraid of her past.  She did feel a little annoyed that she was being interrogated by a young Chosen when she had done nothing wrong.  She understood that for a while, there were very few Chosen left, but now their numbers were returning.  It seemed almost overbearing to be so concerned about who people of their race consorted with, unless of course the race was something like the Shadow Legion or something.  But, it was not her culture, and not her people.  She was a magician of the Academy, and a human.  There was little in the world that she would actually get worked up over, despite there being so many things she found interest in.<br/><br/>Their conversation paused as Corann viewed the two others from his table walk out.  He appeared concerned, and his strange features showed a sense of protectiveness.  He was still young, so it was unlikely he was a father, and more likely that he felt like the needed to protect everyone.  Or at least anyone in his sight.  It seemed possible that the people around him might need protection from him.  In approximately thirty seconds, Rianna could tell that he was brash and quick to take action.  She had only been in the inn for a minute before he had approached her, and essentially accosted her.  Her first impression of him would need to be tested, but she was sure he didn't hide his true nature.<br/><br/>His demeanor seemed to change when it came time to sit.  He offered her a place at his, now empty table rather than sitting at hers.  He grinned with a child-like energy, and Rianna felt it difficult to say no.  "Well, if you believe your companions will be back momentarily, I will join you at your table."  Rianna didn't need to gather many things.  Her bag was already at her hip, and her drink was in her hand.  "I'll have you know, that I'm not inclined to bear any more scrutiny.  I'm just traveling to fulfill a few favors to the Academy. If you need to question me further, you can speak to the Academy.  For the time being I would certainly be able to lend my aid if you have the need for a swordmage.  I would much like to come across some magical items to study, and maybe bring to the Academy for research."  She waved to Boris to show she was moving to another table.  She gracefully followed the large Chosen to the other table where she sat in the unclaimed seat.<br/><br/>While sitting she didn't appear to take up much space.  Her body was thin and lithe, defined, but not overtly muscular.  Despite her small frame she had a presence that seemed untouchable.  One would definitely not want to make an enemy of her.  "So, Corann, this adventuring party you are forming.  Are you forming one in response to a specific short-term need or mission, or is this something that will be a long term endeavor?"