<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:34/34<strong>Phantom</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness<strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br/><strong>AC</strong>:12<strong>Initiative</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ophelia sat poised and attentive in her chair as the others began to introduce themselves, looking much different from when she had first arrived at Fargold's door. Clad head to toe in full plate, completely erasing the curvaceous silhouette of her body, it had first appeared as though some valorous knight had made the journey to lend his hammer to the industrious elf. It therefore came as quite the surprise when the knight revealed themselves to be not just a young lady, but the youngest daughter of the long deposed royal family of Avredo. A princess in title, though not by station. With no political authority to speak of she knew the only way she could assist Fargold's endeavor was with her own two hands...well, four hands actually.<br/><br/>However no such deception was present today. Bereft of her armor there would be no mistaking her for a man, the haunted girl carrying an almost doll like beauty: porcelain in skin and fair of hair, with amethyst eyes cutting through the pale of her other features. Her figure was that of a woman fit to bare the healthiest of children, and pleasantly shaped to entice men to such an endeavor. However within her motherly frame hid a deceptive strength far beyond her apparent musculature, the source of which she herself was not truly certain of, though she had her theories. Though while at first glance she appeared to be an ordinary, albeit attractive woman, if one bothered to look closely (DC15 WIS) they might see the shadow she cast against the wall under the manufactured lights, and how it did not match her shape at all. Instead stretched the shadow of a tall, hulking figure, masculine in shape though not quite "right" to be a normal man. There were parts of it that were distinctly inhuman.<br/><br/>She watched quietly as the others took their turn, raising a brow at the dwarf's tinkering, which was equal parts interesting and disconcerting,<em>"what a strange little man"</em>she mused within her own head,<em>"dangerous"</em>a second, distinctly different voice echoed through her mind to correct her,<em>"yes, that too I suppose..."</em>she thought, a small smirk playing at her lips, "Greetings all, it is a pleasure to be amongst like minded individuals..." she spoke formally as the rotation finally came to her, even going so far as to stand and give a quick curtsy, a clearly well practiced introduction, "I am princess Ophelia Avredanni, youngest daughter of Hamlon Averdanni and 9th in line to the throne of Avredo" she cooed softly. Of course anyone with even a passing knowledge of Avredo's government would know that it was not a monarchy of any kind, so the "throne" she spoke of was purely ceremonial, something only really tracked within the family itself for sake of tradition, "Though despite such a fanciful title, my presence here is a humble one. I am not the wealthiest of investors, the most influential of aristocrats, nor even the most skilled of fighters, but all the same I offer myself in any way needed to fulfill my family's duty to the realm..." she declared resolutely, knowing she would have to work hard to prove herself more than a pampered noble.