<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Yi5iOq8.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Shade (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2591600)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>27/27 -<strong>AC:</strong>16 -<strong>Ki:</strong>3/4<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Astral Arms- 10 min<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/>-Use cartographer's tools to map the area as we travel<br/><br/>-Nature check: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158634)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shade tensed a bit when Kalinta brought up his so called "fasting", realizing too late that he had probably said too much, (Kalinta)<em>"oh...well..."</em>he mentally murmured, seemingly debating what to say, (Kalinta)<em>"I'd ask you not tell Darius about this..."</em><br/>he said, glancing over his shoulder at the silver maned dhampir. He knew he was a paladin, a servant of Pelor, and while he wasn't exactly sure what that all entailed...well most holy types he had encountered were not exactly fans of the dead and demonic, (Kalinta)<em>"I'm not exactly..."alive", in the most traditional sense. I awoke about a year ago with no memory of my past, and since then I've never had to eat nor drink nor sleep...nor even breath..."</em>he explained. Any sighing, huffing, or panting the man did was more out of muscle memory, the unconscious instinct that his body<em>should</em>work a certain way, not out of an actual need for air, (Kalinta)<em>"granted I can still do the first two for the joy of it, but it's not really a priority"</em>he added with a small chuckle. Kalinta was the first person he had trusted with his secret since arriving at the Crossroads, and despite her being a literal snake he felt like he could trust her.<br/><br/>As they made their way through the swamp, Shade wouldn't just lazily sit about for the ride. Fishing a roll of parchment from his pack and a few measuring tools, the mute monk started to map out their surroundings as they passed through, making note of any plants or rocks that particularly stood out to use as points of reference. The way he did so was wondrous in it's own right, for he held no quill, but instead simply traced his finger tips across the parchment. The tattoo patterns covering his hands would twist their way up his fingers, making it seem as though they were dipped in ink, and the drawings and writings he traced out would be inscribed in their wake. With the assistance of his arcane markings he was able to quickly draw out a rather intricate map much more quickly than a regular pen ever could.<br/><br/>Soon Shade too began to pick up the scent in the air, and while he had no hunger to stoke, the smell was still quite lovely, and he wouldn't mind breaking his fast to taste whatever it may be. Shade was quick to shadow (almost literally) the motion of Kalinta's bow, flashing those gathered a warm smile, (everyone)<em>"Greetings! And forgive the intrusion. We just happened to combing our way through the area, admittedly a bit lost, when the smell of food drew us in. It's a relief to encounter another group. We weren't sure how inhabited this place was, if at all"</em>he telepathically remarked to all in range.