<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/butKjEG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lilisa Langley<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018; 12:00 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>McAlester Freehold / Aldridge Hotel<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Pooka<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>attempted story time.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>PCs & Sir Geoffrey<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">willpower test: tell truth. 2 successes</div><div class="spoiler_body">   At 2019-12-06 22:13:36, TheLaughingOne (uid: 60096) rolls: 4d10 tn1: 8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141992) (says 3, but a 1 came up so down to 2)</div></div><hr/><br/>Lilisa  smiles and listens as the others tell their stories, listening carefully as her ears twitch away, at the compliments to her ax her tail begins to wqg and she swells with pride... And then of course they ask of its background. Her shoulders slump and her tail curls down between her legs, the massive dog Woods cuddling up to her side as she seems to struggle with something...<br/><br/>She makes several starts at talking , each time the words dying before she gets started, strangled as if unwilling to let them out, and when she does start, she speaks slow, as if not trusting the words as they leave and ready to snap down with those caninish teeth to stop them. Joviality gone, and a seriousness straightens her back as she speaks.<br/><br/>"It... Was my fathers. He was a troll. And a cop. In the northwest. A Knight. When he married my mother he was gifted one of Crater Lakes Tears. With it he made this ax, and several daggers he gifted to friends and Family. The King-" The trap springs and her teeth snap shut, a heavy growl, not a fake one but the very kind one would get from a beast in the wild rumbles in her chest and reverbs in the room before she goes silent and continues.<br/><br/>"He was lost to Banality, and it Broke him. He was Undone. He... Ended. I was given his axe in memory. He was a good man. He fought the tides of Banality, he protected people. He was betrayed. My mother took vengance. These are truths. I have spoken them. Doubt and I will demand satisfaction."<br/><br/>She stands straight and tall, defiant and challenging, looking to each to see if they cast dispersions, Woofs leans against her, tail banging against the wall giving a proud little chuff.