<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/37e6d575-9ad7-4618-84be-cc9926784dfe/dfdk2bi-b08feab8-b1b2-4dda-adfc-85b22383ea4b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1192,h_670,q_70,strp/159_thistle_by_silvarknite_dfdk2bi-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NzIwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMzdlNmQ1NzUtOWFkNy00NjE4LTg0YmUtY2M5OTI2Nzg0ZGZlXC9kZmRrMmJpLWIwOGZlYWI4LWIxYjItNGRkYS1hZGZjLTg1YjIyMzgzZWE0Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.udK6ZXzGvE3Dm7Et-t4_AbqbRcRh4bj11Q--tQT1E3w)</div><strong>Name: Thistle</strong><br/><strong>Race: Human</strong><br/><strong>Age: 18</strong><br/><strong>Class: Barbarian</strong><br/><strong>Status: Freeman </strong><br/><br/>During the first part of the adventure, Thistle is upbeat and excited to track down these evil monsters.<br/>She chats to her companions along the way, asking questions like<strong>"is this your first time? Have you done something like this before? Any idea how much loot we will find? That's a cool weapon you have! How does it feel to wear al that armor?"</strong>to pass the time as they travel together.<br/><br/>For at least a part of the trip, Thistle takes up<strong>Muula's</strong>offer and climbs up onto the woman's back to be carried.<br/>"Thanks! It's nice having someone strong enough to carry me!" She smiles, getting to feel like a kid again being picked up by her mother.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the campsite, her attitude changes.<br/>She get's tunnel vision, the captive women reflect in her eyes.<br/>The young virgin girl's lips curl back into the terrified grimace.<br/>Her hands begin to shake and twitch.<br/>This sight was so much more horrific than what she expected.<br/>That could be her. Her friends. Her own mother.<br/><br/>Thistle's mouth opens as if about to cry out.<br/>Any one standing nearby could easily see this and cover her mouth.<br/>If no one does, she closes her eyes and cuts her sense away from her terror, and silences herself.<br/><br/>The inexperienced rogue looks for a way forward. Their camp is well set up, and sneaking in would be nearly impossible. But she could sneak around to the other side to surprise the enemy from behind after the opening of combat. Her legs feel stiff and don't want to move. The idea of moving out of the circle of safety that she feels surrounded by her new companies seems insane to her in this moment.<br/><br/>She instead looks around at the others to see what they do, looking for some kind of direction.<br/>Holding her shield and sword at the ready to defend herself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345577.msg16293502#msg16293502">Quote from: Crensler on 24-09-2022, 20:42:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let's not waste time.  I can attack at range with spells. I'm ready."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>In response to the confidence of her more experienced companion,<strong>Ionli</strong>Thistle whisper<strong>"What should I do?"</strong>