<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/f3/cc/92f3cc2acd5c38d9840ee9cc291cdc72.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Luckums (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1549226)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Optimistic<br/><strong>Frog-Level:</strong>She's green and might have webbed toes.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>All the things<br/><hr/><br/>Somewhere along the road the group had come across an unfortunate sight; a goblin with its head stuck in an iron stewpot. The poor thing was apparently exhausted, and heavens knows how it had gotten in there in the first place or why it couldn't get out on its own... but with a little liberal application of soap and Dorn's mighty thews, the small cauldron had popped off, leaving a stunned but grateful Luckums looking up at them. Perhaps they were surprised when she didn't immediately run away, or come at them with the steel sickle she wore at her hip, or perhaps the fact that she expressed her gratitude in common (even if somewhat thickly-accented common.) Some way, some how, she managed to convince the group to take her on with them, and wheedled the story about the charter out of them, and a little extra rations would never go amiss, and... it was probably a few days before someone wondered how the hell the little green woman had convinced them of all this, but by then it was too late, she was entrenched!<br/><br/>So far, she had developed a rather strange fascination with Alni; She hadn't expressed just what it was, and maybe she didn't know; Maybe it was his "tree lobster," as she referred to the scorpion. She was shy around Dorn, which apparently had as much to do with the half-orc's size as anything else; maybe not so much sky as skittish, perhaps? She had spent a fair bit of time teaching Pip the goblin words for the things that caught his eye as well, and had even very solemnly gifted him a small pebble that she found with a hole in it; it seemed to be important, though<em>why</em>was a mystery. As for Largya, Luckums wasn't sure what to make of her; the woman seemed somehow even more out of place than Luckums herself. Mostly Largya did the talking in the group and Luckums, with her wonderfully perfectly-sized ears, listened... her accent had been getting quite a bit more clear, thanks to that. And then there was Aaleyah. At first the monster-ghost-woman had been terrifying, but after a time, Luckums had gotten used to the beast. it was when she took her more human shape that Luckums had to remember they were one and the same.<br/><br/><strong>"Everything is wilderness ahead,"</strong>she had piped up to Alni at his complaints, scuffling along on sandaled feet.<strong>"It's good to be away from the bricks, and the planks, and the horsesanddogs..."</strong>her nose crinkled in distaste; by now they had realized that "horsesanddogs" was one word, and an all-purpose expletive at that. At the sight of the fort, she began skipping, since the others put on a little extra speed and had much longer legs than her.<strong>"Hey! Hey wait for Luckums, wait!"</strong><br/><br/>She wound up behind Dorn when the woman called out to them. She peered aroudn the large man's thigh at Svetlana, and lifted a hand in greeting.<strong>"Ah! Hello, hello!"</strong>She realized she was hiding, and pushed that instinct away, stepping ahead of the group, and tapping a hand across the bared upper portion of her chest.<strong>"Luckums. These are my longshanks,"</strong>she turned back to the others with a quick smile, introducing each in turn.<strong>"Dorn, Alni, Largya, Pip, Aaleyah, and Treelobster."</strong>She looked back to Svetlana with her bright hazel eyes.<strong> "Stew would be very, very good. <em>Smells</em> very very good."</strong><br/><br/>When Oleg approached, Luckums tucked some of her dark black hair behidn one ear and gave him her winningest smile, eyes half-lidding for a moment.<strong>"Not from Restov,"</strong>she said, tapping her chest again.<strong>"North, on the shore of the lake. We... We came here to explore, though."</strong>her head tilted and she nibbled her lip, giving a quick look back to the others before looking back to Oleg, making a decision there.<strong>"You are giving us hospitality, we will give you help. What is in need of doing?"</strong>She let her eyes drift back over to Svetlana.<strong>"Tell us over stew?"</strong>She glancedb ack to the man, her cheeks developing a pink shade over the green as her stomach decided it was time to make a noise like an owlbear.