<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Df4ac8a65823e9fd1da4d8bcba8807ef.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stat</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Value</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Modifier</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Save</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>STR</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>11</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>DEX</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CON</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>INT</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>13</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>WIS</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>20</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+5</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+8</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CHA</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>10</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Armor Class:</strong> <em>15 (17 with shield)</em><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> <em>15</em><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/><br/><strong>Bishi:</strong> <em>226</em><br/><strong>Bijou:</strong> <em>30</em><br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Celestial<em></em><br/><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Features</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Isylia Siannodel</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>43/43</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Everyone</em><br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>:<em></em><br/><hr/>Isylia wasn't quite sure how to feel about this whole affair. While she knew it was coming - she woke up bright and early to prepare herself, after all - she had too much time to let her situation sink in as the guards escorted her to Mikael Oldaren's manor. It wasn't the size or splendor of the building that had her uneasy; she had, though she'd never be rude enough to say it so bluntly, seen more impressive estates. And while she wasn't sure the escort was necessary, she could appreciate the care from a man she hadn't even met. But this wasn't an idle meeting with some nobleman; she had been recruited for a task that could change the fate of the nation, or even the entire island. Being a<em>little </em>nervous was only natural. But, while she had been in this city for only a short time, she had no regrets about accepting the offer. It was worth protecting, that much she was sure. And if she wasn't up to the task, she would just have to grow into it.<br/><br/>This time she had eaten properly before departing, at least. That was a start. Though lost in thought as she was led into the manor, Isylia came back to herself quickly, thanking the guards and pausing a moment to appreciate the beauty of the construction before proceeding to the second floor. There she waited in the holding room, quiet but observant, greeting each of her soon-to-be companions with a smile but not troubling them with introductions yet. They looked like a... varied lot, but she would have plenty of time for that soon, she suspected, when Mikael was ready to meet them. And more to get to know each other once they were working together, if all went as planned. No need to rush. More time to let her nerves settle that way.<br/><br/>When the servant announced that Mikael was ready to meet them, Isylia thanked him for informing her and rose from her seat, actually grateful the meeting was finally about to begin. The dreading was often worse than the doing, after all. Besides, if what she had heard of the man - and seen of his city and subordinates - was any indication, he could hardly be cold and distant. When she entered the room, she watched him close to confirm that as he turned... and, with some curiosity, the man beside him. She hadn't known there would be another, much less a half-elf like her.<em>Who was he?</em>... was a question for another time, however. Isylia bowed, polite and proper as anyone, and spoke before she took her seat. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Oldaren. I am Isylia Siannodel of Lothandi. I look forward to working with all of you."<br/><br/>Isylia hardly looked - or spoke - like some battle-hardened warrior, but she was equipped for whatever challenges she might face all the same. Not knowing what Mikael had planned or how soon they would need to act, she had brought her arms, armor, and equipment with her. She wore studded leather, but it was a finely-made piece, decorated in white and gold, shaped and cut flatteringly for her slender limbs and feminine curves. For weapons, she only bore a small dagger strapped to her waist and a light crossbow on her back. But the symbol of Sune was clearly visible on the amulet around her neck and a tattoo on her stomach, the pale skin bared by her outfit; while she wasn't heavily armed, she had other talents at her disposal.