<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/HellaAvi.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Mushroom Picking (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Hella Sigrunsdottir<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Valkyrie, Paladin of Boomee the Thunder God<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Oldwall Forest, nearing the Hunter's Shack | Dusk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphe, Naevys, Wren<br/><strong>Health Points:</strong>20/20<br/><hr/>A lone figure stood in the road next to the shack.  Their cloak billowing in a breeze that wasn’t really there.  The figure held a long spear, butt end in the ground, angled to the side.  Casually ready for danger.  A winged helmet adorned their head, though in the slowly fading light it might look like a pair of horns.  The figure watched the road with attentive eyes.<br/><br/><em>‘Mabel said they would be here.  They are late.  Perhaps something happened to them.  Should I mount a rescue party?’</em>The figure worried and watched.<em>‘If I leave what happens if they show?  I told Mabel I would complete her quest and return with her gathered treasures.  I cannot let lovely maiden of potions down.  Perhaps I should sojourn on without them.  That would prove my prowess.  I bet Mabel would be impressed…maybe even enough to…stop that!  Those thoughts are why you were banished in the first place…but she is so pretty.  Everyone here is so pretty.  Stop that!'</em><br/><br/>"Oh! People!”<br/><br/>The lone figure waved a gauntleted hand at the three approaching figures.  The armor the figure wore made little sense.  Her head and arms were protected but the rest of her armor consisted of a breast plate, thigh-high fur rimmed boots and a red, heavy cloth gorget and short matching skirt.  A tattered red cloak was pushed back over her shoulders.<br/><br/>“Well met honored companions!” she called.  “Are you here to join me on my quest?” The tall Half-Valkyrie asked, looking them over in what she thought was a practiced eye.  Long blond hair, some braided, some not, cascaded beyond her waist and stirred in that same non-wind her cloak did.<br/><br/>They were a strange trio for certain.  The young man was waifish, almost feminine in his foppish couture.  Not at all unpleasing to the eye.  She quite liked him.  Standing near him was a human woman, a cleric of Casta, in all her impeccable beauty and a Halfling. Her hair was messy and dressed like one of the merchants from town.  Her eyes were expressive and her frame curvy and full in the most pleasing ways.  Like all adventurers in Amberdale, Hella found them desirable immediately and she cursed her libido for its avarice.<br/>