<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mephis makes use of her Cooking Utensils once everyone reaches the village, taking 10 on the check since there's no big rush.<br/><br/>If the check is Int-based, the result is 12, and if it's Wis-based, the result is 13, either of which is enough to beat the DC 10 required to make a basic meal. If Alana assists, providing Advantage while taking 10 adds +5 to the result, and the 17 or 18 Mephis would reach would be enough to beat the DC 15 for a gourmet meal for everyone.</div></div><hr/><strong><em>"Don't drink! Babies! Many babies!"<em></em></em></strong><br/><br/><em>"Thistle, that's not how baby making works."</em><br/><br/>"And even if it was, I have my own little ways of avoiding pregnancy with my magic," Mephis added in to the conversation, holding back a giggle as she saw just how poorly educated about sex Thistle really was. "Though to answer your question, Muula... Well, now that we're all together as an adventuring company, I suppose I'll have the opportunity to show you, one of these days~"<br/><br/>Of course, it was hardly the time or the place, as they walked along together to Alana's village. That didn't stop the dhampir's hunger, but it did give her other things to focus on. Even when they reached the village, there was plenty to do to keep her occupied. Ionli's cooking pot would be quite helpful in cooking up a nice, hearty meal for everyone, perhaps a stew of some sort, given the ingredients on hand. Though, she did also have her own collection of spices on her so with a little extra help, she could make something truly delicious for everyone...<br/><br/>"Hiroshi, could I borrow Alana for a bit?" Mephis asked the tiefling, as she was getting her ingredients together. "I can cook a fine meal on my own, but with this many mouths to feed, an extra pair of hands would let me make something truly spectacular for everyone."<br/><br/>Of course, it wasn't long before a certain redhead started asking quite a few questions of her fellow slave... The dhampir looked in her direction, then back to Hiroshi with a wry smile.<br/><br/>"...It sounds like it might also be a good idea for someone to keep Thistle occupied for a little while. At least until the food is ready."<br/><br/>Josephine and Ionli were both going their separate ways... Mephis was fairly certain she knew what the aasimar woman was heading off to do. She'd been able to make out the scent of the other woman's arousal during much of their walk to the village. Her own predatory instincts were telling her to follow, that she'd have an easy time satisfying them both if she could have some time alone with that sweet little lamb... but she knew that food came first. Perhaps she would take a meal out to the woman once it was ready, however.<br/><br/>As for Josephine... well, that earlier look at her outside her armor, walking around in that snug little undersuit had certainly been quite stimulating as well. Though more than that, it had also let her get a good, proper look at the woman. That blonde hair, those refined features, the easy and almost regal grace with which she moved... Oh yes, she was absolutely Atlantican nobility, and probably from one of the higher ranking families, at that. That begged the question of what she was doing out on her own in the Free Nations, pretending to be an ordinary adventurer. Perhaps she could find out if she took a meal out to the forge and spoke with the woman privately?<br/><br/>But she'd probably only have time to bring a meal out to one of them, either way, so... Ionli, or Josephine? The dhampir thought about the matter carefully as she prepared the food for everyone. Rice was boiled, meat and vegetables were chopped, and before long, there was a delicious smell starting to emanate from the cooking fire she had borrowed...<br/><br/>When the time came to make her decision, desire wound up winning out over curiosity. Whatever small, private room the aasimar had been given within which to 'rest', Mephis approached with plate in hand, a nice, steaming hot meal that she was fairly certain was going to have ample time to cool before it was eaten.<br/><br/>She would knock on the door, first, she decided, as she approached Ionli's room. If there was no answer, she would invite herself in. If there was an answer... well, she would probably still invite herself in, but she would at least be polite about it.