<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 found herself a bit shaken after the meeting. Not only had she contributed nothing of note, but she had even been accused of being the mastermind of the plot they now sought to undo. The dwarf may have brushed it off as merely being a joke, but seeing how strangely suspicious and aggressive he seemed to be towards everyone she couldn't really be sure. Feeling a bit ostracized as a result Ophelia endeavored to make herself useful however she could.<br/><br/>The others seemed to overestimate the power and influence her family possessed. It had been centuries since the Avredanni had the power to sway the direction of the kingdom, they were glorified celebrities at this point, and when it came to political matters her family were always incredibly careful about who and what they publicly supported. Charity and altruistic causes were one thing, since there was little controversy in such benevolent endeavors, but this was something different. All it took was a few paranoid senators to think the royal family was conspiring to rise back to power and they could face a full witch hunt, and trying to meddle in the potential declarations of war would be more than enough evidence for someone willing to push such a narrative. It was difficult to get her father to take a solid stance in politics under normal circumstances, she couldn't see him budging on a matter like this, after all if he would he would have aligned himself with Fargold in the first place. There was a reason Ophelia was the only one of her family to show up, most of them didn't believe the industrious elf in the first place. Still, if there was a chance of it helping Ophelia obliged, writing up a letter calling for her family's aid in swaying the high council. She had to lie about where they were based out of, seeing how she had literally ran away in the middle of the night to come here, so if they knew where she was they would no doubt send someone to try and take her back home.<br/><br/>With that done Ophelia went about trying to make herself useful in other ways. She would follow Inathall to the library to study up on the undead, trying to hastily expand her knowledge base in an attempt to make up for her crippling lack of experience compared to her other compatriots. Using that knowledge she ventured into town to buy supplies, attempting to outfit herself as a proper zombie slayer. She would also offer her aid around the ship, the girl marveling at her first time seeing such a magnificent vessel, though the others would notice it was the first time the girl had seen quite a few things, having lived quite a sheltered life. She may have not had the knowledge that Lexara did, but she was incredibly strong, more so than most of the burlier male workers it seemed, and that combined with her psychic abilities made her great at picking things up and putting them down, so while the green woman handled the calculations, Ophelia assisted in putting the stuff where it needed to be put.<br/><br/>When she wasn't working or studying, Ophelia found herself answering the summons of the others. The first night she had accepted Rat's offer of a drink. She hadn't be the most enthused about it, but she wanted to be polite and clear up any tension the small incident had caused. The princess would also join Amalea for tea, and would become visibly flustered at just how enthusiastic the girl seemed about learning more about her. To both party members she was cordial and polite, evenly tempered and even witty upon occasion, but there was a sort of awkwardness in her body language and expressions, and would sometimes spend overly long stretches avoiding their gazes or fidgeting with her hair or silverware. She would endeavor to answer any questions they may have had, but when it came to the nature of her seemingly monstrous shadow Ophelia would pointedly avoid such questions, attempting to deflect to another topic or outright refusing should they try to press the issue.<br/><br/>After their tea breaks Ophelia would also join Amalea in her training, agreeing with the tiny dragon's idea that they should get to know each others' fighting styles. While she may have seemed a shrinking violet outside of her armor, within it the princess became a towering tank of pure steel. With shield and hammer in hand the woman proved surprisingly adept at combat, her defense difficult to penetrate and her offense difficult to avoid. Not only that, but the psychic nature of her magic allowed her to call forth spells with neither voice nor gesture, something Amalea would learn when a wooden training sword would suddenly fly off a nearby rack and fire itself at her from behind, meaning she didn't need to lower her shield or weapon to cast and her massive armor provided none of the hindrance it would have posed to a typical sorcerer or wizard.