<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Liraniel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2310017)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Winter_witch.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Level 1 Winter Witch<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>7<br/><strong>AC : </strong>13<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>Endure Elements - (Cold, Constant)<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-10-08 00:17:25, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=149624)</div></div><hr/><br/>Liraniel was a bit surprised by how accepting the others were, but she supposed, given the eclectic collection gathered here, she shouldn't be.  She looked between the man who had joined them, appraising him openly, and simply nodded to him in respect.  Someone who created things, like herself in a way, but of course his craft was more of metal and grounded things, rather than semi-mystical nature of her own talents.  Then the platter of food and drinks was delivered to them, along with a keg of what looked to be ale, her eyes widening as she heard it was on the house.<br/><br/>"They are certainly generous to potential new recruits," she observed quietly, not used to such generosity.  "Though I suppose that, since we might die, it might be their way of sending us off."<br/><br/>