(http://i.4pcdn.org/tg/1442369342759.jpg)<br/><strong>Raya Vorson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14348383#msg14348383)</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC: 16 HP 70/70 <strong>Spells Active:</strong> Vocal Alteration <strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Skald <strong>Perception:</strong> No <strong>Initative</strong> +1 Spells used: 2 grade I, 0 grade II Bardic Music 21/21 rounds</div></div><strong>Lunescross, Samual's coach<br/>Tag:</strong>Demidicus, open<br/><br/>"Everyone is a bard these days. Plus, I can't help but feel like I'm bested.. errr.. admittedly, not as good at performing tales." She sulked a little, before shrugging.. "But it is interesting how we tell about.. ourself in song." She hesitated, touching her throat, her voice sounding decidedly less feeble and more strongly pronounciated for a moment.<br/><br/>Nonchalantly, she waved her hand in a circular motion, putting a finger on her lips before Demidicus with a bemused expression, humming softly, but with clear arcanery woven into her gestures. "I get caught up in competition and misjudge the time. A vice of mine." With that, she snatched the bottle from Demidicus, smirking ever so slightly as she raised it to her lips, lifted it.. and gulped down a long sip, without stopping, exhaling slightly after her sip, shaking her head and handing the bottle back.<br/>"You might as well give me water... hoh.. *Hic* Actually.. this is stronger wine than the elves make.. Still." She mused.<br/><br/>"I wanted to know more of who I travel with. Had I known I just needed to ask for song, I'd have done so... I feel I got a bit of an idea, at least as far as this coach goes. The shadow-stalker sung of darkness and gloom. You sung of power, seduction and regret. And I sung of a maiden in magical disguise and confidence." She watched Demidicus, willing to acknowledge him for seeing through her little deception.<br/>"Beware of the words of someone that has learned to sharpen them like weapons. But, yes, good catch. The god of knowledgde and healing that gave the Skalds their poetry is also a god of war." She hesitated, then decided to add, slipping back into her more innocent speech pattern.<br/><br/>"Don't errr.. judge me too harshly. It is good to know how people you scantly know treat you depending on if they take you serious or.. well.. not. It's also interesting to note who pays attention and who does not.. anyway!" She shifted aside, adding:<br/>"Seems we'll get some more company in the coach."