(http://i.4pcdn.org/tg/1442369342759.jpg)<br/><strong>Raya Vorson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14348383#msg14348383)</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC: 16 HP 70/70 <strong>Spells Active:</strong> Vocal Alteration <strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Skald <strong>Perception:</strong> No <strong>Initative</strong> +1 Spells used: grade I: 3/4 grade II: 0/4 Bardic Music 21/21 rounds</div></div><br/><strong>SCrashsite!<br/>Tag:</strong>Demidicus, Crispin, Open, DM<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Demidicus</div><div class="spoiler_body">She had chuckled. "Well, to be a stickler for words, the song indicated, she.. err.. disappeared, only her wolf-pack remaining, she was a forest spirit and lost her form.. but.. you are going down some strange ways of speaking." She shrugged. "We have many tales of mortals challenging the gods. A different definition of Blasphemy if you so will, certainly. As long as you fight honorably and hold your own however brief, it can gain you great respect.. Then again, the god you'd challenge pierced himself with his own spear for nine days and nights." She chuckled. <br/></div></div><br/>Raya noticed that Iolanna was trying some sort of magic on everyone.. but perhaps she was too used to detect evil spells to realize this was actually a detect good spell instead. Feeling no ill effects, she remained silent.<br/><br/>She chuckled briefly when observed by whom she decided to, not sure if she'd remember his name right, call owl-boy in her mind. She'd seen him earlier but he had sequestered himself aside, she recalled. Well, at least there was faith in her wagon-mending skills if the bardic-approach didn't work out. On the other hand, it did not raise her confidence in the introverted man's spellcasting abilities.. she had taken him for a seclusive wizardly type.<br/><br/>Raya cleared her throat, after an appreciative not to Samual."Before everyone wanders.. err.. off to hunt the horseys, is there none other capable of casting mending magic? Because this might take a while, or force me to use up a fair bit of magic otherwise." Granted, she could simply cast a more advanced version of this spell to hopefully fix it up all in one go, but that left her lower on options for, potentially, more troublesome issues down the road.<br/>She also sighed inwardly.. this would definitly exceed the duration of her vocal alteration.. well, none had questioned her basic disguise, for lack of noticing, or lack of interest, so perhaps it'd be interesting to see the capabilities of others in seeing through her outfit without magical enhancements and vocal alterations.<br/><br/>And thus, Raya continued softly chanting, holding her hands to the woods, her voice, timid yet almost melodical eventually gaining a deeper and more confident tone to itself as she focused on her restorative magic, making good headway while the others tracked the lost horses. Still, a casual observation revealed she'd have to likely cast this magic three times over, the least.. well that was kind of boring.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mending cast one just to have it noted down for noting purposes!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Super Frog rolled: 1d4<br/>Comment: MEMEMENDING<br/>Result: 4,<br/>Total: 4</div></div>