<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219273.msg10793488#msg10793488">Quote from: Verasaille on 13-12-2014, 21:13:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The orc might stumble on a battered chest which contained some leather items. A tunic and trousers, bracers and boots. If she looked hard enough she might find a long pole buried in the dust along the rocks that kept her hidden from the others. It is a simple staff, nothing fancy.<br/><br/>The clothing left behind by the fairy would likely be too small for anyone else.<br/><br/>----------------------------------<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219271.msg10790908#msg10790908)</div>(http://s25.postimg.org/6uany6v4v/Xanjanursedon.jpg)(http://www.safaribwana.com/IMAGES/companyimage/spacer.gif)</td><td><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Xanja Nightgrifter</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/>Slowly and little by little, Xanja was adjusting to her dark surroundings and the smell of humidity and stale air was apparently thick enough to cut with a knife. Feeling the mossy slick surface of the rocky walls, the orc stumbled onto something smooth but hard. It was definitely artificial and with a bit of pressing, she could hear that it was some sort of chest of sorts.<br/><br/>"Wut do we have here" she grumbled and growling, the young orc pulled the worn chest out from whatever compartment it was in. Carefully, she let it drop in front of her and without letting it slam onto her feet. Despite the presence of the torch available in her own personal alcove, the orc then hastily opened up the chest and used whatever ambient light was there at the moment. Scrounging around, Xanja found something to dress herself decent enough. The one-piece tunic was somehow able to fit on her, though the bottom hem was just enough to cover her slab of green flaccid pride. Sighing and grumbling, Xanja accepted it nonetheless.<br/><br/>At least it was something for the time being. Meanwhile, Xanja slipped on the bracers over her bandaged forearms. As for the boots, she need not of them given she had came with her own. After she extracted everything she wanted and needed from the chest, Xanja then kicked the lid back closed and panned around. Maybe there was something else she could find. As a bandit, she learned to scour for things of value. Now that she became accustomed to seeing in the dark, Xanja then scanned the rocky musty walls using her palm and squinting her eyes until she could see something interest.<br/><br/>Something lose stroked across her palm, it was smooth, cylindrical and long. Peering closely, she realized it was some sort of pole or a staff. At last, there was a weapon for the orc to use. After prying it out of the walls of the rock, she inspected the weapon. Granted it was a typical weapon the warriors in her clan used, but someone of her typical profession wasn't fully adept to it as she didn't possess the sophisticated skills. However, her inspection was cut briefly when she panned around and noticed the exit of her alcove leading into whatever was giving off a much more brighter ambient. From a distance she saw something in the middle of the chamber.<br/><br/>The orc finally decided to leave the alcove and go out exploring. And of course arming herself to the read. Upon entering the chamber, Xanja was surprised at the expanse and cavernous the chamber was. Yet, her focus centered on the center of the slab which depicted an image or a symbol of somekind.</td></tr></tbody></table>