<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Morrigan_concept_icon.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desh Swaileh</span></strong><br/>HP: 26/26, AC 22 (+2 vs chaos), Init +3, Saves 4/5/9 (+2 vs chaos)<br/>Channels: 4/6, Surges: 3?/5<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13979)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell List</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><strong>0 -</strong>: Dancing Lights, Daze, Guidance, Touch of Fatigue<br/><strong>1 -</strong>: <del>Cure Light Wounds</del>, Hex Vulnerability, Produce Flame, <del>Protection from Chaos</del>, Color Spray<br/><strong> 2 -</strong>: Cure Moderate Wounds, Aid, Hypnotic Pattern</span></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Desh’s eyes went wide when she recognized the woman in green, or rather, what she was.  Fear, anticipation, curiosity, uncertainty, apprehension, and a dozen of other emotions warred in her mind.  Her ritual sent her to this accursed plane in search of the source of her power and here she was, before a hag who didn’t seem native by the content of their conversation.  This was the sort of fluke that was too farfetched for mere coincidence, and yet her powers of life seemed wholly at odds with the sort of casual callousness in the way she spoke of prisoners.  There was no way her powers could come from such a creature.  This woman couldn’t be the source of life that has helped so many.  This woman<em>couldn’t</em>be her mother.  She just couldn’t be…<br/><br/>Desh’s hand went to her brow so that her thumb could apply pressure to her temple in an attempt to counteract the migraine that had formed.  Muttered curses slithered their way through clenched teeth as she realized what she had to do.<strong>”Damnit… Damnit.  Damnit.  Damnit.”</strong>That was all the warning she gave to the others before she placed her loaded crossbow in its sling at her hip, cast a ward upon herself, and purposefully strode into the open towards the green hag.  It certainly wasn’t the smartest move she had ever made in her life, but she had to know who this woman was before the chaos of conflict might give her reason to lie and manipulate.<br/><br/>Once they noticed her, she would pull back her hood and otherwise make it a point to reveal all the characteristics that identified her as a changeling; her demeanor confident and businesslike despite the doubt that lurked beneath the surface as she continued towards them until she was just a few dozen feet from the nearest creature while putting herself in clear view of the hag, addressing her specifically.<strong>”For years I have followed the call and by an unexpected twist of fate I find myself before you in this strange land.  Still, I have to be sure that this isn’t just a result of happenstance no matter how long the odds are.  Do you have a child?  If so, how old would she be and upon whose doorstep did you leave her?”</strong><br/><br/>She felt her breath trapped behind a knot that formed in her throat after uttering that final word.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she waited for the green hag to reply, just as afraid of her being her mother as she was of her not being.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast Protection from Chaos on self.<br/><br/>Diplomacy Check: 23 (+6 from surge if outcome is better)<br/></div></div>