<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Quniarra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2309749)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/kGA4nAS.png)</div><strong>Class/Level:</strong>Level 1 Paladin<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>11/11<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions:</strong>None<br/><strong>Negative Conditions:</strong>None<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a beautiful day, almost auspicious as far as Quniarra was concerned. The city was abuzz with activity and a pervasive feeling of positivity was in the air. It was difficult to keep it from infecting her, but she kept a vaguely stoic appearance, despite a light smile on her lips. She’d been at the temple earlier, praying for their success in the coming battles, it was a somber moment but with the activity within the city it was soon fleeing her mind. The Tiefling Paladin, a not unfamiliar sight in the city, moved around through the crowds.<br/><br/>The tall paladin wandered without any real destination in mind, but it was the smell of food that soon drew her attention. The clinking sound of her armor was the only thing accompanying her, dressed for battle with a greatsword on her back, a longsword at her hip, and a heavy shield strapped to her back. There was little question that she was preparing to join the crusades. She eventually stopped and paid for some roast rabbit and began to eat it from the skewer it came on.<br/><br/>She walked a short distance away to a table that had been set up for others to sit together and feast at. She shifted her armor slightly and sat down, allowing her golden eyes to scan around to see the others enjoying themselves—some perhaps for the last times.