<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Fpic22-ava1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Eastern Road to Dulon<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>Indirectly: Sol, Corann, and Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No?<br/><br/><hr/>Her sword was too long to be holding one-handed.  It was clearly a greatsword, meant to be wielded with both hands.  Before a fight, Rianna would extend it toward her opponent one-handed, flick her wrist, and wave the sword in a practiced pattern.  Once she did so, she could feel herself cut-off from the flow of mana in the world.  An invisible wave of deflection coated her as her off-hand returned to the hilt of Irrias, her gleaming white greatsword.  A haze of electricity flowed over her body momentarily and then also vanished.  The only giveaway was the rate at which she blinked.  Imperceptible to an untrained eye, her body's movements sped up.  Finally, she seemed to split into multiple beings, each with a hazy afterglow.  The bandits which outnumbered her 5 to 1 before, now appeared to fighting an equal number of Riannas.<br/><br/>There was hesitation from the bandits.  Each one was wondering if this fight was still worth it.  They looked past Rianna to the cart and travelers behind her.  The cart looked to be laden with goods.  Rianna could tell what they were thinking about, she had to give them a chance.  In unison all five images of her spoke, "It's not worth your lives.  You should run now, or you will not survive."<br/><br/>The battle began and ended in less time than it took her to prepare spells.  The first bandit's weapon was shattered, the next was hit by the flat of Rianna's sword and the accompanying clap of thunder stunned the one next to him.  The other two attempted to hit the illusory duplicates but failed and in an instant, Rianna was there.  She staked her sword into the ground, grabbed one by his leather jerkin and threw him into the other using her sword as a pivot point.  Five voices again spoke to bandits, "You have five seconds left to run before you all die."  They didn't need the warning.  Rianna sheathed her sword across her back using a simple spell to fasten the scabbard, and deactivated the rest of her defense spells.  While they ran the caravan she was escorting thanked her for her protection.  It was no real problem to Rianna.  She was traveling toward Dulon and the caravan was lacking protection after their guard had taken ill.  An injury had gone septic, one must have eaten something uncooked, and another wiped himself with a poisonous plant.  It was calamity of errors for the caravan which left them almost completely ungaurded and unless they reached town soon, one of the guards might not even survive.  Lucky for the caravan,  Rianna didn't charge for her services unless explicitly hired, and there was only about an hour's travel left and they would make it in time for lunch at the inn.<br/><br/>This was the first time Rianna had been so far West.  She spent most of her days at the Academy, an establishment just North of Accord.  She learned to fight during the desperate war against the Shadow Legion and has only now begun to understand the benefits of not fighting at full power.  Her aggressive fighting stlye developed as a teenager in an all-out war, and that habit had yet to be broken.  But all that was in total opposition to her natural demeanor.  She was kind and sincere and almost too sweet to be a warrior.  The travelers felt safe around her, as long as they didn't attempt to fight her.  And she had gotten the caravan to town safely, without expense simply because she was already traveling this way.  They parted ways at the crossroads allowing them to seek help for their guard, while she stepped into the inn for a drink.<br/><br/>The door of the inn swung open and the strange sight that was Rianna stepped in.  She noticed the doors were large, which made her appear a bit smaller despite being 5'8".  The sword on her back was almost as large as she was, and she had a strange compartmented bag on her hip.  Few people would know that it was an academy bag, useful for storing more than a bag its size should, but sorting things conveniently.  The charms that clung to her revealing red outfit jingled as she walked toward an open table, but was probably overtaken by the clamor of people eating and drinking.  It wouldn't be hard to mistake her as a paladin by her gait and posture, but the red and gold clothing, if you could call it that, was unmistakeably related to a magic association.  The emblems and charms specified that it was the Academy.<br/><br/>She sat down and moments later was asked what she wanted to eat by a giant man.  She asked for a standard meal and glass of ale to start.  While she waited she looked around the common room.  A varied group of travelers and townspeople.  Just what she'd expect from a port town like Dulon.  There was an attractive bunch at a table not two spaces away from herself.  It was hard to not stare at first, so she removed her list from a pouch in her bag. The list detailed the items she needed to help restore the Academy's dwindling inventory.  They were low on white olives, cinder scales, crystal slivers, living coral, thunder barnacles, Byrias down, Poriad leather.  Most of the items were found in the area, so it would be a good start to check out Dulon to see if any items were for sale, and then look to obtain the items by other means.  Though, it would probably be a good idea to let the storm pass first.