<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VjfvTWw.png)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>46 / 46<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>CMD:</strong>21<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>6 / 6<strong>Arrows:</strong>54<strong>Posts:</strong>33<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Road to Valenland<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jeska Dragonfist<hr/>Taris lifted her head slightly as an eerie silence descended upon the clearing she'd selected.  She could hear her horse snort with concern, dancing slightly where it was, ears swivelling as it sensed danger approaching.  Taris closed her eyes for a moment, listening ... boughs moved, underbrush rippled, she could sense<em>movement</em>in the trees, but no wind touched her.  No, this was more like the sudden evacuation of wildlife that preceded a natural disaster, highly tuned animal senses compelling creatures to scramble madly for their lives.<br/><br/>Taris clapped her hands together, tying her pattern off for the day and setting it firmly in place as a fox scrambled madly out of the clearing and back into the underbrush.  It seemed like her "guest" had arrived.  A bit earlier than expected, but then, she hadn't thought for a moment that Jeska Dragonfist was a patient woman.<br/><br/>Of course, the reality was even more ashambles than she'd expected.  She was fairly certain that parts of that outfit had been armor at some point, left to deteriorate without a care as each part failed in turn.  Here and there, bits of animal served as crude reinforcement, or perhaps a trophy, but the scars had clearly built up over time.  It seemed that around the time she'd realized she could walk off an axe to the lungs, she'd come to the conclusion that clothing war just going to get torn and shredded anyway, so why worry about it?<br/><br/>No one would confuse her with just some shambling hobo though.  The air was thick with pressure, the slouch of Jeska's shoulder suggesting that even she could feel the invisible weight her presence was exuding.  Taris's stomache turned as her eye followed the chipped and battered length of steel that Jeska drew.  Instinctively, she knew there was something<em>wrong</em>with it.  This wasn't the kind of foe that anyone should fight casually.<br/><br/>Still, Taris stood her ground.  She wasn't some base animal to be scared off by a bit of murderous intent, and she'd never once planned to treat this encounter lightly.  Even if one disregarded the tales that Wrath had destroyed the Valenland singlehandedly, Jeska Dragonfist had been recognized by the Emperor and raised to the rank of Talon once.  She had been one of the most dangerous people in Hawken once, and it didn't seem as though that had changed in the intervening years.  Taris's presence, by comparison, was muted and gray, only standing out at all because she stood in the center of an open clearing with no cover.  Her green eyes peered out from the blank white mask over her face, betraying no fear as she considered Wrath's casual stance, stringing her bow as she looked over the other woman's mount.<br/><br/>"Greetings." she answered back, bowing her head slightly in acknowledgement of Jeska's crude greeting.  Time in the wild clearly hadn't done much for her manners.  "I see your cough's cleared up."<br/><br/>"Capable enough to win this." she said, tugging something off of her belt.  With a quick spin of the chain, she let the weight carry the dragon amulet soaring through the air towards Wrath, its crimson color flashing in the noon day sun.  She figured it was the best identifier she had, "Strong enough to challenge a Talon?  I wouldn't dare to presume.  The man who had that didn't think so, but then, I've been growing stronger by the day lately."<br/><br/>"I'm Taris of Nothing." she said by way of introduction, formalizing the title she'd arrived at when she'd introduced herself to Xara, "Don't expect to derive any enjoyment from this encounter, traitor."<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Expeditious Retreat, Obscuring Mist, Weaponwand<br/>2nd Level:  Molten Orb, Mirror Image, Scorching Ray, Web <br/>3rd Level:  Bloody Arrows, Haste</div></div>