<div class="floatright">(https://i.redd.it/7wr6selp6th11.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Nisha Pelrue the Silvertongued (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315210.msg15233482#msg15233482)</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>: 1st Wizard/Unchained Rogue (Gestalt)<br/>hp 11 (1d8+3)<br/>Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +6<br/>Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>”My.. we so need one of these sort of places back in Brevoy. That is a nice bar. Nicer selection.” Nisha purred to herself as she stepped into the tavern, the agreed upon meeting point for her companions while they were in the city. She had gotten a few things she’d need for their expedition into the wilds and imagined the others would be doing the same. She took a pitcher of mulled wine and a cheese/fruit plate to nibble onto while she waited.<br/><br/>Idly she wondered what sort of things the other’s were getting, she had bought a few spells, a few extra picks, and with a touch of ‘charm’ here and there some discounted goods to ensure they ate and drank well. Not to mention acquiring more clothing suited to her new, smaller and greatly changed, frame.<br/><br/>She took out her spell book and looked over the ritual responsible for her new appearance and studied it while she waited, nibbling on her pen while she did