<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/WVvYAEy.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Enchanting Paladin</strong></span>(https://imgur.com/a/IMbTb)<br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Claire von Schatten (https://i.imgur.com/O0Cj8r9.jpg)<br/><strong>Deity/Alignment:</strong>Ilmater (http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Ilmater#3e) (God of Mercy)/Lawful Good<br/><strong>Race/Sex:</strong>Half-Elf/All Female<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Paladin/Oath of Devotion<br/><hr/>Travelers weren't an uncommon things these days, even with magic circles and the awareness of flight - however temporary. Magic was an all encompassing thing, full of insane possibilities that defied all conventional logic. Yet none of that mattered to the common man, and even very rarely to the rich and powerful; there just weren't than many master mages about. Not that what few there were seemed keen on being of the helpful kind; half the so called "dungeons" seemed the work of ill-fated mages thirsting for power.  Strange that they would erect what later would become their very own Tomb; if it wasn't already one before adventurers plundered it.<br/><br/>One such creation seemed to be precisely where the party of four was headed. A motley crew - or really, just a lady and three of her retainers. And older man that had been as springy as any elf in his youth; an aging back had put a stop to frolicking about and acting as a bodyguard, though he still seemed to be able to flourish a pair of knives from<em>somewhere</em>beautifully. The maid, still pretty. Mature. Ripe, one might say, with a certain exotic tilt to her features; but a knowing look in those eyes the told of age. And of course the youngest with a pretty dusting of freckles and eyes a little too wide to be as aware as they might expect. Only the blonde that rocked gently upon her horse seemed a little more prepared for this journey.<br/><br/>A trimmed gold and black vest overlaid a white, leather blouse that fit her shape pleasantly; a shift, more than anything else. It slid neatly into the pair of heavy metal gauntlets lining her hands which were presently loosely holding the reins to her horse. Overlaid upon it was the chain mail coating, the hundreds of interlocking metal holes providing protection against most blows, interwoven with leather to create a not to attractive, but certain not inexpensive set of armor. Below, her snug black breeches hugged the contours of her body pleasantly, a combination of trim athletic muscle and feminine softness - though she'd ended up more with muscle than the lean muscle one like her retainer held; the heavy set sword hilt poking over a shoulder spoke of it.<br/><br/>The blonde had had the time to wrap her hair back in a loose ponytail, tied off with a cord of red that was the subtle symbol of Ilmater - though she too wore one upon her left wrist, neatly wrapped there as an ever present reminder. Time and again she absently reaches to her spread leg, pressing against a thigh where a small inlet of cloth made a pocket within the soft leather of her breeches, the coin practically burning within. Despite the trip, she'd never been able to fully rid herself of the thought of it nor what it could mean. What seemed like the hundreth time today, she asked herself,<em>What could it mean?</em>No stranger to gold or even silver within mines, or tombs, some of which predated many a civilization. Yet they'd belonged, and none held the unnatural feeling this did; nor had any tomb risen from the ground without warning.<br/><br/><em>How many are chasing this very story? How many months... No, weeks. Days? Do I have before proper groups are sent?</em>Claire hadn't even been aware she'd spoken, yet Charles' light drawl answered.<strong>"Surely enough, my lady. Not to worry, we will see something of this yet."</strong>She sighed almost immediately as her lips gently pursed; half the time she expected he, and likely her maid, would rather see her in dresses back in her estates.<br/><br/>It was a small relief when her squire finally called out and pointed out the hill with the strange black obsidian hanging above.<strong>"Always that color. You would think there were half a dozen volcanoes around."</strong>She'd learned a few things during her studies, something about glass formed of liquid fire. Though, really, those rocks could perhaps be onyx, or... Honestly, she doubted she'd even be able to tell. There never seemed to be enough crown appointed groups to make it to places such as this before they were picked clean.<em>I'm part of the problem.</em>She thought sourly.<br/><br/>They roamed for a little while, studying every side of the dangerous looking hill. The ground wasn't precisely even, the brambles were thick. And there was the mountain proper that'd be difficult to pass by; though the North had more purchase, if she were willing to slide, fall, and break her neck on loose rock.<br/><br/><strong>"Any thoughts on our approach? I think we can risk climbing if we're careful, but getting the horses up might be extremely difficult."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-11-13 11:11:35, Claire (uid: 8861) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109967) Trying to spot a path up.</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZITxRyZ.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kxUkQMH.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Backpack 22/30lb</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mess Kit 1lb 2S<br/>Rations x2 4lb 1G<br/>Waterskin 5lb 2S<br/>Tinderbox 1lb 5S<br/>Oil Flask x3 3lb 3S<br/>Candle x10 - 1S<br/>Blanket 3lb 5S<br/>Grappling Hook 4lb 2G<br/>Alms box - -<br/>Incense x2 - -<br/>Vestments - -<br/>Chalk x4 - 4C<br/>Leather Case 1lb 1G<br/>    Paper x10 - 2G<br/>Leather Case 1lb 1G<br/>    Parchment x5 - 5S<br/>Soap x3 - 6C<br/>Sealing Wax - 5S<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pouch</div><div class="spoiler_body">Loose Change 2G7S9C<br/>Bell - 1G<br/>Oil Flask - 1S<br/>Chalk x1 - 1C<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Equipped</div><div class="spoiler_body">Greatsword 50G 6lb<br/>Heavy Xbow 50G 18 lb<br/>Quarter Staff 2S 4lb<br/>Bullseye Lantern 2lb 10G<br/>50/ft Hempen 10lb 1G<br/>Crowbar 5lb 2G<br/>Signal Whistle (Silver) - 1G<br/>Fine Clothes 6lb 15G<br/>Chain Mail 55lb 75G<br/>Signet Ring - Ring of Protection<br/>Cloak of Displacement<br/>Fine Clothes 6lb 15G</div></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized</div><div class="spoiler_body">Level One:  Shield of Faith, Thunderous Smite, Divine Favor, Purify Food and Drink, [Sanctuary, Protection from Good and Evil]<br/>Level Two:  Aid, Find Steed, Locate Object, [Lesser Restoration, Zone of Truth]</div></div></div>