<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;<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>Wynne, Arawn, Darc, Relative Unknown Others, The Baroness, James Ardannt, Larra Nielems<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><em>'For time drives everything before it, and is able to bring with it good as well as evil, and evil as well as good.'</em>, Victory quotes to himself as he peers around the room. The question, then, becomes discerning which is which.<em>'But then, which am I?'</em>He asks silently, smiling slightly at Arawn. It was of little difficulty to attach himself to the young Knight, back in Daulton. A decision he has yet to regret.<br/><br/>Victor is dressed to blend in, fine robes of white and blue silk (https://i.imgur.com/5rSorXd.png). His spellbook rests on his hip, and his staff is kept nearby, leaning against the table. He had thought briefly of leaving it behind, no matter the risk, but calculated the benefit to be to the greater if he was recognized as what he is.<br/><br/>He is, after all, here on the belief that he is to be Arawn's Court Wizard. Nor, in truth, does he quite know the reception his appearance is liable to garner just yet. It is better to be armed. He shifts slightly, feeling the daggers hidden away up his sleeves as he raises the glass to his lips; more for show than any intention to actually drink, admittedly. Really, he has known nobles where it would be rude<em>not</em>to poison the drink. It is best to remain clearheaded.<br/><br/>Epecially among such auspicious company. His gaze lands on each of his newfound 'companions', weighing and judging their appearance and the few capabilities he is aware of best he can considering the location. Darc, of course, is well known to him. He allows his gaze to thaw as he meets the other's eyes, smile going a touch more real before he continues down the line. Wynne, too, is familiar to him. How strange it was to see the two of them again. He raises a brow slightly at Wynne, curious as to his appearing here. Were he a more paranoid man he would find it passing strange, but if he knows Wynne at all it is just as likely to be a knot of deception that saw the other attached to the expedition. A slight warning glance is conveyed to Wynne before he continues, reasonably certain the man won't say anything he shouldn't.<br/><br/>The others are near unknowns, only the brief private meeting of earlier allowing him knowledge. A risk, that, and something he will have to consider in his plans--and ideally rectify before long. A passing thought that they were, at least, all attractive is noted and dismissed. More important are the politics at work. The Baroness and the oh so subtle symbolism of her position. He's tempted to dismiss it as posturing, but she could be a dangerous enemy or a useful ally. If nothing else, her backing of this expedition has put Victor one step closer to his own desires.<br/><br/>A heartbeat is spent considering the benefits to getting close to her sons--surely one of which would be interested. Still, 'tis best not to overreach. He has publicly aligned with Arawn for now. Not to mention the other 'guests' at the head table, all of which give him reason to be wary.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Religion 25</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-04-07 17:35:49, Xurtan (uid: 54826) rolls: 1d20m+7 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145956)</div></div><br/><br/>James Ardannt and Larra Nielems are not people he wishes to get on the wrong side of, no matter his own proclivities when it comes to religion. Ruornil is useful and has similar goals to Victory himself, and as it allows him further reason to attach himself to Arawn he is not opposed to being seen as a worshiper of such.<br/><br/>If he could find a way to endear them to him... Putting that aside for the moment, he looks then to Arawn, tracing the red dragon up the side of the man's face and meeting his eyes, that same smile never leaving his lips. He allows his gaze to look Arawn up and down almost suggestively for a moment, approval obvious. To those perceptive enough it is almost a claim, a further obvious link between Knight and Wizard. Dangerous, perhaps, but one must take risks in the game to advance. If it will get nobles to consider him of greater worth or that his word is as Arawn's, or that he may have the Knight's ear... Even should it only get them to look beyond his appearance... It is a risk well taken.<br/><br/>Yet it is a delicate balance, to seem as if the Knight looks to him, to be seen as his own person rather than someone latching onto a sliver of power. Another reason for the accouterments of Wizardry. The Tiefling has his own strength; he has little need of another's.<br/><br/>The tables near him are at least worth a glance, Victor never one to discount a resource--or the potential that he may have to step in, should a situation deteriorate. He memorizes their faces, attempting to place any he may know. Much can be learned by how others act in luxury. The Baroness speaks, and as she does Vic does his best to glance surreptitiously around the room, reading the mood. Is she a beloved Baroness, he wonders, or one that is merely tolerated? She is a dreamer, it seems, yet strong enough to go against her advisers. Intriguing. She mentions such to lower the chance of it becoming a weakness, he notes absently. Victor certainly approves of the tactic. More than that she mentions the danger to Dhoesone, encouraging them, treating them as heroes putting down a threat to the common people. Amused, he toasts and 'sips' at his glass again. For an instant he shifts his vision to that of his Familiar, peering around for anything odd outside. His vision is his own by the time he lowers the glass, and he looks to those that he will be spending time with in the coming future.<br/><br/>Though he longs to mingle or perhaps dance, he knows he can't risk it being considered a snub or rift within the newly formed group. Instead he smiles a touch wider, turning to regard them once more. "A well crafted speech." He compliments. "Certainly my spirits are roused." It is, perhaps, the slightest bit dry, a small test to gauge reaction. "But allow me to introduce myself. Victory I am called, and thus we are assured such." His lips quirk. "It seems propitious, does it not? Yet forgive me, to whom am I speaking? It seems we will be spending a great deal of time together, in the coming weeks." It is, if nothing else, a chance for everyone to 'properly' introduce themselves, as opposed to the hurried meeting with the Baroness and her advisers. Perhaps in the process he will be able to tell if any of them have known each other previously. He thanks his height for being seated at one end, allowed vantage down the line.