<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y5s6p5S.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Victory</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21;<strong>AC</strong>15;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +0, Dex +2, Con +1, Int +7, Wis +2, Cha +2;<strong>Resistances:</strong>Fire Damage;<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 120, Shadow Sense 60;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>10,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>10,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>15<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Find Familiar active - Celestial Owl Isabella is outside keeping watch; Mage Armor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Victory had not, in truth, managed to spend as much time with Darc as he had wished to during the trip to Dhoesone. Yet now here is Wynne, as well as a multitude of others. It seems he will end up having to budget his time wisely if he wishes to form connections of use. The reactions are at least positive, both his and theirs. Considering some of the responses his mere appearance has evoked over the last few years, it was not a guarantee that everyone would merely accept a Tiefling among them; useful or not. He would hate to have to stamp such attitudes out among his companions so early.<br/><br/>Seeing Darc stare over his shoulder for a moment has him biting back a more genuine smile. Some things never change, it seems. The elf skipping pleasantries and moving right to a nickname is... interesting. In a wiser man he would take it as proper paranoia of giving out a True Name, but he suspects in Darc's case it was never even a thought. No matter. Vic gives the elf a nod regardless, genuinely pleased to see him. The time they spent together was pleasant, if not as involved as he may have desired.<br/><br/>The half-orc follows, and he finds himself eyeing the man curiously. Few of his kind are known to Victory, and there is certainly a level of kinship there; something he suspects he sees returned in the half-orc's eyes. There's a bit of a solemnity to the nods they exchange, to Vic's mind. Years ago it would have bothered him that he had not even hesitated before tugging at such an obvious string--but that was years ago. Having people bound to him as tightly as possible is going to be key to his success, and he will use any resource available to him. The half-orc is not unpleasing to look upon, and no doubt the man's strengths will pair well with Vic's weaknesses; and perhaps vice versa, he shall have to see.<br/><br/>That his expression hints at mischievousness bodes well. Dull companions are ever a bore. The man's name is harsh, almost guttural, and reminds Victory oddly of his childhood. Forcefully redirecting his thoughts before he wanders down that path, he speaks. There is yet a touch of nobility to his tone, a man used to being listened to, who grew up being schooled in matters of state. "Nach, then. A pleasure. It is indeed seemingly off to a lovely start." He banters back, allowing the fact he's enjoying the view to show in his expression for an instant. Games within games, always aware, always watching to see who picks up on it. The half-orc's gaze wandering to the dancers does make him wonder. "Are you much of a dancer, Nach?" It is as much to make conversation as it is a genuine question. It seems difficult to imagine the man dancing, considering his dress--but he shall let no prior bias take him tonight, if he can help it.<br/><br/>The man 'called' Sarek has his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Is he actually, or does the wording hint at more? Few are they that seem to know of True Names, but he wonders. The man is attractive, he can admit. Well dressed to Nach's more down to earth style. The two could not be more different, and then yet there is Victory himself. A new glance over at the other tables has him calculating the difference among races and dress, idly pondering whether there was an intent to separate them by some order or design. "Sarek. Well met." He finally offers, having finished his examination. "How do<em>you</em>prefer to 'get to know' someone, Sarek? Dragonchess?" Vic asks, a hint of teasing allowed through the noble exterior. Seeing enough people sample the food and drink Victory is content there is an improbably low chance of poison, enough to risk it. Beyond a certain point it is merely bad manners, if they manage to poison him at this point they deserve the accolades for such an act.<br/><br/>If nothing else the man has a point. Tonight is about getting to know his companions and forging bonds with the people he may spend weeks, months, or even years with. Important in its own way, of course, he thinks, shrewd red eyes meeting Sarek's as he smiles. "To the celebration, then, and to new friends." The Tiefling holds his glass up in toast, allowing himself to feel the bloodline hovering just under the skin, usually ignored but always useful. He glances around the room as he drinks deep, even knowing it isn't strictly required. Arawn and Wynne he is aware of, but are there others? Curiouser and curiouser.<br/><br/>Setting the glass down, he's forced to slow-blink to quickly marshal his thoughts as Wynne says 'see<em>you all</em>again'. Does he truly know all of them? Could that be a coincidence? A glance at the Baroness has him doubting such. "So you come by it honestly, then." He finds himself saying, though does not elaborate. So Wynne is of<em>this</em>Dhoesone. How interesting. Instead he focuses on the food for at least the instant, allowing the conversation to pass around him as he processes. He has acquired enough information for the moment, and he finds his gaze resting on the last of them to speak. Confidence, timidity, or absentmindedness? Time will tell.<br/><br/>"A pleasure." Victory offers, nodding to Godwine over his cup. "Hogunmark? You travel a fair distance. I arrived up from Avanil, but where I come from I am afraid none have heard of." He demurs. "But no matter. It is not to the past I look, but rather the future."