<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9fe3/i/2012/308/2/2/gypsy_by_delun-d5k0c7w.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Rachel Davenport (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283139.msg13929526#msg13929526)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Guidance<br/><strong>HP:</strong>14 / 14<strong>AC:</strong>14 (T: 11, FF: 13)<strong>CMD:</strong>12<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<strong>Speed:</strong>40<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+7<hr/><br/>Turns and smiles at the group. Their steadfast guide Chase, having only met her days ago, seems nice enough and competent. That is if one could understand her. Hopefully, she does not cause embarrassment to herself by misunderstanding the colorful language. Now Barik, well Barik is huge. She has never seen any like him. Frankly, he was hard to miss in Twilight. He and that huge club and he seems to want to keep to himself. And sometimes she could see that wildness in his eyes. Could he be dangerous? Regardless, he is one of them now. Perhaps she should interact with him a bit more.<br/><br/>Turning to look at Tel, she nods her head and smiles. Tel, well Tel's been nice enough. Her fortune seems good. A bright future ahead of her. Sure there are always trials, but they make character. Everyone makes mistakes, but at least she would learn from them. She places too much trust in her weapon, perhaps if she would do the same to her heart. Kargus? Well, Kargus is a gentleman. Again, like Barik he keeps to himself. She spied him reading one of his books. The silent intelligent type. Giggling softly to herself she turns to see the last of their group, Nale. Now he is a talkative one. Always has a smile and a kind word to say. Tall too. But then again, everyone is much taller than her small frame.<br/><br/>Although it has not been long, she feels a sort of camaraderie with them. Adjusting the scarf over her head, partly to protect her from the sun and glare, she calls out to Kargus.<strong>"Usually I would jump at the opportunity Kargus, but we are even further from Twilight then we ever have been. Someone has to ensure you have a safe nights rest, yes?"</strong>Reaching into her sash, she pulls out her prized possession, a harrow deck. Shuffling the cards, she feels them come alive in her hands. Using them as a focus, a soft prayer muttered, she prays for guidance on what she is going to do.<br/><br/>Looking around, she looks at the contours of the sand followed by a scan of the horizon. The weather can change quickly, and she knows that many a time lives are lost because people underestimate the weather. A fire would be good. At least for psychological comfort and it would keep most animals away. Then there are the shifting sands. Anything can happen, and it would not be good if they were to be caught unawares. Finally happy, she marks a few places in the sand.<strong>"We should set up camp here. It seems to be the best bet"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d20, adding 12 to the total<br/>Comment: Survival Roll to make camp in best location with Guidance<br/>Result: 16, <br/>Total: 28</div></div>