<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cMpcqJB.jpg?1)</div>Aramil Dholfell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254604.msg12583404#msg12583404)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Hit points:</strong> 37/37 <strong>Hit die:</strong> 7/7d6 <strong>Initiative:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong> none<br/><strong>Abilities:</strong> arcane recovery (1/day; 3 spell levels), bladesong (2/day)<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> (tbd)<br/><br/><strong>Spell List Prepared</strong> (11 spell levels)<strong>:</strong><br/>      4th (1 slot) – <em>outiluke's resilient sphere, wall of fire</em><br/>      3rd (3 slot) – <em>fireball, fly</em><br/>      2nd (3 slot) – <em>alter self, blur, hold person, scorching ray</em><br/>      1st (4 slot) – <em>clairvoyance, comprehend languages, magic missile</em><br/>      Cantrips – <em>firebolt, green-flame blade, light, message, prestidigitation</em></div></div><br/><hr/>Aramil stretched himself as he came out of the trance from which all elves did to rest themselves.  A book still rested nearby at his side, evidence of his last activity before he had felt the need to refresh himself.  Needing to prepare his spells for the day, Aramil did not immediately join  The slight creak of wood told him that the Memento was likely still okay and flying, and it sounded like the rest of the crew were awake and active.  Aramil picked up the book with half a mind to resume reading it, but then decided against it as it was probably better to go and see what was happening on deck.<br/><br/>Before leaving, he inspected the magical journal and the new line.  He thought of penning a line, but in reality, there wasn't much to report on at present, and having them wait in anticipation might be amusing at least.  Picking up the book, he tucked it under his arm and went up to see how the other crew members were doing.  Aramil did not go to them immediately, but took a moment to observe the world below.  Although his face remained blank, inwardly, he was secretly exulting at a sight other than built-up monotone of Arcanz of which he was very – if not overly – familiar with.<br/><br/>Between the village below and the ruined towers they had passed, Aramil found the towers to be of more interest as his mind wondered what might be found within that they could salvage.  Yet, it couldn't hurt to talk to the occupants of the settlement, though he was a little doubtful of what could be gleaned from such a primitive-looking settlement, and, if nothing, Blackbird seemed interested to see what the little village had.  If nothing else, he would have to satisfy himself with whatever verbal lore that he could gather.  Opening the magical journal, he decided to pen an entry:<br/><br/><hr/><em><strong>Aramil Dholfell</strong> - Good morning, Jesse.  Memento intact and crew in high spirits.  We have chanced upon a village with inhabitants and are planning contact.  Advise.</em><hr/>