<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9lGWV3a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Orosa Keenai</span>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sEiwC_ydoYccJVz6heRhxN5wr2JXa-JmZZHIaW5m9dU/edit)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Orosa had gotten so lost in his thoughts, it was like someone else was guiding his steps and his body while his mind was off on it's own. He seemed to become himself once again as they entered the room and the stench combined with the scenery slapped him back to normal. Even without focus, and even without much training in the ways of Magic and the Eternals, he had spilled enough blood and torn enough flesh to know what it looked like when it was dried and used as a book cover. He wanted to wretch at the thought but maintained his composure. "We should burn them and move on. The purity of the flames will offer some semblance of justice to the souls who lost their lives so this place could exist."<br/></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nat 1 Lol</div></div>