(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: 1 grade I, 0 grade II Bardic Music 21/21 rounds</div></div><br/><strong>Lunescross, coaches<br/>Tag:</strong>Demidicus, Sislas, Dathnor, DM<br/><br/><br/>It seemed she made the elf nervous. Peculiar, as she had designed her front-character to do the opposite. The pale man wasn't undead... but not far off either. That made sense. A wand of inflict wounds? That spoke of someone that was prepared. Or got hit a lot and had to prepare. It certainly offset the problem she faced.<br/><br/>"Risk to my life.. yeah I uh.. kinda hope to avoid those. Ahaha.. hahaha! ha..." She raised a hand to clear her throat again. "So what'd be that risk just out of curiosity?" She asked, pulling out a piece of paper and quill, befor peerin over to the undead horses with an "Oh my..." She tipped her chin.<br/>"This bell-ringing indicates the end of.. undead hour, If I heard the tales right, we ought to be protected by truce.. hrmm.. half a days ride! Lucky I prepared time to tell a tale or two." She retrieved her flute from the ground and pondered, before turning to Sislas.. those that paid close attention to her might notice that she took a brief moment to startle after noticing him.<br/>"Oh .. err.. hello. A cleric.. I hope you're one of the nice ones! Such a welcoming comittee!" It was odd, there were as many greeters as newcomers, if she assumed right about the two elves. she wondered if there was a reason for that and was mistrustful of the three men. She'd uphold her disguise, for now.. until those had proven they were willing to fight and die in honor besides her.<br/><br/>She looked at the eyes and hid well her disgust. She'd need the whole bottle just to get a buzz. Plus, the only proper time to drink was after a victory in battle. "I err.. sorry.. I don't think I should drink right now. Maybe later." She raised a hand to decline, waving it apologetically.<br/><br/>"Heh. the moon waits for no man.. I like that. I think I could use it. The moon waits for no man, the sun never stays his hand. Hmnn.. So err.." She mused, approaching a coach.. deciding for the one Dathnor was not sitting on in character. "You speak about the turning of night to day as if it was Urgaotha's domain, but seeing as it only stays dark over the city, uh.. uhmn.. wouldn't it be more accurate to say that for some reason she is keeping things in the dark.. literally? Err.. it's a minor difference, but sometimes those matter...<br/>oh and don't worry, I know how to use my mouth the right way." She said, intentionally keeping her tone ambigiously leveled with the innuendo. Of course the right way to use ones mouth was to loudly praise the god of war.<br/><br/>Without further ado and after re-evaluating her judgement of Dathor (she merely didn't like people that hid, but him on the lookout in the open kind of raised his graces again) she hopped into the coach that looked to be the first to depart, first into battle. For all her shyness she was quick to take action. She then plopped her head out of a door-window to add:<br/><br/>"My coach can promise song and tale to entertain you on the way.. so.. errr.. if that'd annoy you.. try the other." She nodded, sitting, facing the way ahead, not that that'd help her in the darkness. She put the flute to her lips and hummed along a little spell, lighting up the interior of the coach, adding:<br/>"Also going to use light-magic.. can't really see in the dark, my bad.. hahaha.. ah.." she shrugged.<br/><br/>"Now what kind of music would befit our travel into the dark.... uh.. oh yes! Who'd like the Earlking's ballad? It's that or a spooky tale. Well, it's those or staring at the nice bard menacingly until she's silent, but who'd want to do that." She nodded and asked, of everyone that came to sit in her coach.