<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/a2/1d/76/a21d76248c6c02d451b05a74fa34b648--character-art-character-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ria Templeborn </span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825659)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Dressed in her leathers, she gave a hug to Mishalla, her mentor and adopted mother once more. The hamlet was too small to accommodate the two of them, it was time to spread her wings. Mishalla had taught her all she needed, the rest was adventure and experience. Reaching for her pack, checking the coiled whip at her side, she picks up her walking stick at the door and walks out towards the gathering. She felt excited and nervous at the same time. It was like meeting a client for the very first time. She was running a little late, not much, but it seems that the proceedings have started. She recognized a number of them, Kassen was a small hamlet after all. She caught the end of Iona's oath. It was her time and the oath was important to all. She nodded to one of her clients who bow respectfully at her. She had fond memories of her. Not wanting to make a scene, she turns her attention back to the ceremony.<br/><br/>She heard them all Iona's, Jilly's, and even Serana's, yes Serana's. Letting out a soft sigh, she smiles as she recognizes Bellantha. She has fond memories of the girl. She knew Bellantha liked her but perhaps she was a little confused about the feelings. As for her, she was not sure yet. After all, she is a priestess of Callistria and not of Shelyn. Her thoughts were interrupted by Claire. Poor girl, she has had it rough. Rumors were rife about the girl. Even her clients have gossiped about her. She planned to make no judgment, but in saying that, the presentation of herself was most crude. She was by no means good but staying on the good side of the people of the Hamlet was essential to spreading the word of Callistria. Her thoughts were reflected when Claire was pelted.<br/><br/>She had waited for the right time for her entrance and this proved to be it. The mayor's proclamation being infinitely helpful as it caused a moment of silence. Taking her cue, she sashays out towards the center of the space, the sounds of her boots echoing slightly as those in attendance listened to the mayor. Her leathers were tight fitting and although served to protect her, also enhanced her figure. In a clear but respectful voice, one well practice as a priestess of Callistria,<strong>"The mayor is right. We seekers can only seek to emulate the hero that has saved us all. It is only through this pilgrimage that we can seek to better ourselves body and soul."</strong>Reaching for Claire's right shoulder she gently squeezes her shoulder reassuringly as she turned to smile at the group of fellow seekers. Then turning to those in attendance,<strong>"We may be unworthy, but I beg of you, grant us this opportunity to undertake this pilgrimage so that we may strive to better serve you."</strong>Pausing to hear the crowd with reverence,<strong>"I, Ria Templeborn of Kessan, am a seeker of the flame. Let us follow in Kessan's footsteps so that we too can emulate and learn from his actions to the benefit of all."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomancy Roll to make an entrance and recitation of Oath</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 19, <br/>Total: 19<br/>Diplomacy Skill 9 making a total of 28 (Charming +1 for those sexually attracted to her and Silver Tongued 3 level shift)<br/></div></div>