<br/><br/><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>noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>still noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Common room in the Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Common room in the Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>Corann, Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While looking over her list, a lock of long black hair slid over her shoulder and brushed the scroll aside.  Instinctively, her magic moved her hair back into place with a gentle wind while her hand grabbed at the scroll.  Right as her fingers reclaimed her list, large hands pressed onto the table creating a startling presence as well as an audible indication that he needed attention.<br/><br/>Rianna's eyes slowly looked over the man, or rather, the Chosen that stood before her.  She had to crane her neck slightly as he was standing too tall for her to take him in with just her eyes.  He was... beautiful if she had to choose a word, despite the grim look on his face.  The long stare allowed the swordmage to take in much of his features, one of which called to her attention.  Rianna only carried one sword, but this man had several attached to his back in various manners, and he wore his chain armor while lounging in then inn.  It was no hard sell to say he was more than just an average warrior.<br/><br/>As she turned to face him, her figure came into full view as well.  Her satin cloak covered most of her body from behind, but there was little that covered her body from the front.  Red satin cups lined in a gold frame held her enticing breasts in place.  Around her hips is a garment of two golden hooks shaped like antlers that connect with a concealed hook.  The golden hooks frame another satin covering going from the curve of her lower abdomen to her posterior. Upon close inspection all the red material on her body shares a vine and flower design with a diamond-like central point.<br/><br/>The clothing fits her form so perfectly that there are no clasps or noticeable places for adjustment, just fine decorative chains of gold that descend from the frame like drops of molten metal.  These garments leave the majority of her flesh bare save for a few extra pieces of equipment. Shoulder guards made from a painted metal that look untarnished, gold armlets with an intricate design, the clasp of her cape which displayed the emblem of the Academy, a hard leather glove also with the same gold trim and designs, and finally a headband with jeweled adornments holding her hair mostly out of her eyes.  Over her shoulder was a strap to a leather bag that rested at her hip, sitting on the chair with her.  It was one of the few things about her that did not appear very impressive.<br/><br/>She softly cleared her throat and placed her list back in her bag in response to his gruff introduction.  When she turned back to look at him, the rise and fall of her breasts indicated she was taking a long deep breath.  Perhaps steadying herself, or preparing for the difficult task before her.  She raised her fist to the clasp of her cape with a lowering of the head, which would have to pass for her salute since she was sitting down. Her blue eyes looked upward to his, meeting his strange cat-like  ones.  "Good afternoon, goodman" she paused to consider the honorific, but she didn't know if this particular chosen had any sort of rank, so she left it at the simplest she could think of that still signified him as a man and not a boy.  If he were a Lord of some type, he might be offended, but he was not exactly dressed in the finest robes.  "I am Rianna Steelshade of the Academy in Melk.  It would not be unusual to sense the touch of the Chosen as I have been trained by them rigorously for the last year.  I have learned of your people only what they were willing to teach me, nothing more.  It is safe to say I know nothing of any forbidden knowledge."  When she finished she let out a short sigh.  She wasn't normally one to consider her words so carefully, but she had no desire to get into a fight with a Chosen, in a tavern, in a town she was unfamilar with, right before a storm.  Normally if she were harrassed by an average patron she would simply brush them off, but a Chosen could make a real problem.  Especially if he seriously believed she had obtained some sort of forbidden knowledge.<br/><br/>The young woman quietly motioned for him to sit down so they could make an attempt at conversation.  Whether he continued to stand or accepted her offer she asked, "So what brings you out to Dulon Landing and more so, my little table?"