<strong>Name:</strong>Oda Vladimira Krupskaya<br/><strong>Professions:</strong>Explorer / Ranger<br/><strong>Damage Capacity</strong><br/><em>Physique:</em>5<br/><em>Agility:</em>4<br/><em>Intellect:</em>3<br/><strong>Defence:</strong>14<br/><strong>ARM:</strong>10<br/><strong>Feat Points:</strong>3<br/><hr/><br/>Oda watched Daumantas approach into the golden lamplight, his horse steaming and stamping its hooves in the fresh, tight-packed snow. The girl slumped across the animal was pale from the cold, pale skin flecked with rime-frost.<br/><br/>"Well met, Daumantas Ivanov," she called "I think this poor woman may yet live. You are fortunate to have found us at this late hour. Valentine Karskaja is with me and she knows the healing arts..."<br/><br/>She paused, her keen gaze scanned the profile of the strange woman's features. Her razor cheekbones and the sharp point of her ears parting a midnight veil of hair were unmistakable. She was Nyss and Oda knew from experience that it was not often that a Winter Elf lost her way in the icebound wilds of her homeland.<br/><br/>Her curiosity got the better of her and she could not resist taking a step closer, her boots crunching in the snow. An intricate and bizarre pattern swirled inky-dark on the girl's deathly pale cheek in the manner of the Nyss. Oda peered through the shadows pierced only by the lambent lamplight. Had she seen that design before?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-01-23 09:08:51, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 2d6a5 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=70891)</div></div><br/>No - not those exact markings. Oda wondered how many times her fingers had walked similar winding paths on the pristine pallor of Nyss skin. She had sought to commit each unique shard to memory and caught glimpses of the labyrinths of fate that traced the ebb and flow of ink. But this one seemed different - brash and immediate - lacking the subtle wind and weave of the tribal shards with which she was familiar. Still, the essential elements remained the same, just pared down. There was no doubt about it - the ink was fresh, doubtless applied at the recent celebration of her coming into womanhood.<br/><br/>Almost reverently, Oda touched a gloved finger to the girl's cheek, "Daumantas Ivanov, this one is little more than a child in the reckoning of the Nyss. I do not know how she could have strayed so far from the lands of her tribe, though I do know that many Winter Elves claim the untamed north to be the new homeland and legacy of their people."<br/><br/>The thought was at once fascinating and troubling. It was almost unheard for the reclusive Nyss to venture so close to human civilisation with no apparent purpose.<br/><br/>"Valechka," Oda called out to Valentine, her eyes wide with wonder, "we must tend to her. I have never before encountered her tribe and if she found it necessary to venture here, there is much about her that we should know."