<strong>Name:</strong>Atsila Shimasa (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1355733)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC:</strong>17;<strong>AP:</strong>4/4;<strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rxdIGEu.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>0<sup>th</sup> Level</strong></li><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Arcane Mark</em></li><li><em>Detect Magic</em></li><li><em>Ray of Frost</em></li><li><em>Read Magic</em></li></ul><li><strong>1<sup>st</sup> Level</strong></li><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Chill Touch</em></li><li><em>Color Spray</em></li><li><em>Shocking Grasp</em></li><li><em>Shocking Grasp</em></li><li><em>Vanish</em></li></ul><li><strong>2<sup>nd</sup> Level</strong></li><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Frigid Touch</em></li><li><em>Mirror Image</em></li><li><em>Mirror Image</em></li></ul></ul></div></div></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"><em><strong>Excerpt from Atsila Shimasa's Journal</strong></em></div><hr/><em><br/>We have been underway for some many days.  The heat is oppressive, much worse than what I was accustomed to.  I miss home in the old mountains, the cool air, the snow.  It seemed the small woman, Esame, also was not ready for the heat.  She did not respect the power of the sun, though, and laid about without clothes on!  I have never seen a person turn so red.  The men of the camp seemed to enjoy the distraction--nudity is treated strangely in various places I have learned.  Though the thought of people stealing glances at one another...<br/><br/>There are two...well three others that are not native to the area I think.  Some man named Pallam and his...son?  Man-slave?  A boy named Willem seems to dote on him for some reason.  Pallam seems crass, though he is also a paladin.  I think my knowledge of paladins must be lacking, I had always thought they were more...polite than he seems.  Still, as lazy as he tries to portray himself he seems like a good person.  The other is another small woman, a halfling named Melody.  She seems even lazier than the paladin!  Though while he naps whenever the occasion suits him, she simply avoids anything that might amount to work.  She is quite soft on her feet as well, I think she has snuck up on many of us during the expedition.<br/><br/>There is talk of another sandstorm, a much much larger one this time.  There seems to be a vague unease settling over the group.  The last sandstorm was unpleasant, but it seemed like the more experienced travellers had seen worse.  It reminded me of a blizzard, but hot, dry, and grating against the skin.  Perhaps different spells would have been better suited to this environ.  I will help find a place to make camp, they have found some nearby rocks...hopefully they are not home to any of the more dangerous creatures of the deserts that I have heard of.  Spirits of the sky and the wind watch over us.<br/></em><br/><hr/><br/>When Atsila was not busy wandering along to help round out the numbers of any patrols circling the camp she could be found reading or writing in her journal.  She kept mostly to herself, taking in the sights and the sounds, while preferring to listen to the others tell their own tales.  Naturally she was jotting down a few notes in her journal when the announcement of the sandstorm approaching was finally made.  There was plenty of sudden action around the caravan, and she let herself get swept up into the activity.  She stowed her journal into her backpack and moved through the various others that were gathering to prepare to secure a temporary camp for them all.  She guided her step with the Mundi Branch in one hand, using it like a walking stick of sorts.  Some had mistaken her for a wizard in the past, with a bent staff and a book of spells clinging to her hip.  Most that saw her in action knew better, though.<br/><br/>"I'll help," she volunteered, casting a look over her shoulder as Pallam soon arrived afterwards, also offering to assist...in his own way.  "The winds are mercurial creatures, we would be best to hurry," she suggested.