<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224040.msg11009923#msg11009923)</span><br/>Blanqua Transmuter & Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br/>Tagging: Reliat, Rumahs, Sariel<br/><hr/><br/>Nys spent the journey getting to know his fellow companions; even with a swift pace there was plenty of time for conversation, and the blanqua never lacked a story.  Whether tragic or noble, all contained a heavy dose of humor and most ended with new friends and pleasant intoxication.  Olivia spent most of the days on wings, fluttering through the branches in search of morsels, treasures or playmates.<br/><br/>The night the hellhounds found him he was awake as usual, energized by magic.  Despite his casual lightheartedness he kept watch carefully.  The party - and the fate of so many others - weighed heavily.  He was on his feet quickly following the brilliant beam of burning light and scowled as the hellhounds fled.  He held the others back, though, and shook his head later at Jord's question of a message.  "No; there are patrols here keeping careful watch on the wards, they're likely more aware of things than we are.  It's what lies within the mists that only we will see.  Be wary - watch for ambush and don't trifle with anything that seems unusual, even if you think it's harmless.  If danger strikes...<em>when</em>danger strikes, we must keep together."