<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Defesede%2Bused%2Broll%2Bpicturedefesede%2Brolled%2Bimage%2B_93eec0496897e847771b6ff402b415eb.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Godwine ༄</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>HP:</strong> 30/30; <strong>AC</strong> 14; <strong>Initiative:</strong> 2; <strong>Saves:</strong> Str +0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +5 (with adv), Cha +1; <br/><strong>Resistances:</strong> Any psychic damage; <strong>Immunities:</strong> Any effects that induce dreaming; he's severed from dreams.<br/><strong>Senses:</strong> Dual Mind, Mind Link; <strong>Passive Perception</strong> 17, <strong>Passive Insight</strong> 15, <strong>Passive Investigation</strong> 11<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Wynne, All</span><br/><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Godwine closed his eyes, returning his soul to the elven ballad. He heard the lyrics before many times before, but hearing it again seemed to take more meaning. Especially in polished and disciplined elven tongue, it echoed hauntingly.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><hr/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Anuirean <br/>We drop a seed and seed a drop of rain<br/>Deep, deep where trees never reach! <br/>We dance on this earth, only for a spell<br/>Time, time was gifted to spend!<br/></span></em><br/><hr/></td><td><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>-<br/>-<br/>-<br/>-</em></span><br/><br/><hr/></td><td><hr/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Sidhelien<br/>Sar drop al niffi ent niffi al drop ath alushtas<br/>Nim, nim sharti shantar nielen haran! <br/>Sar quar arta bren erek, ennamar nesh al ker<br/>Adoe, adoe yewlen lornae san!</span></em><br/><br/><hr/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Drums and strings picked up the pace, growing louder and bouncing faster, to an old tune he knew. <br/><br/>Elven father looking younger than his own wizened half-elven daughter of copper-freckled skin and bluish-black hair laughing breathlessly, clinging by mere fingertips, spinning faster than the world! They lost no coherence and blurred faster than a professional human dancer could dream! He laughed with delight! Would you look at that? How the magic of that love can stir another heart! He brought his shoulders and arms back, gyrating slowly. He knew he was no performer but this was his way. Looking down at wagging hips and kicking feet, he spread his legs while feeling frequencies tickle all over his clothes and skin. Glancing up, Godwine stomped the floor with dancers. <br/><br/>Three rosy-cheeked aristocrats slapped heels and slapped hands, alternating in a juggle so complex that Godwine stopped dancing to crack up laughing. That coordination! And then beyond them, another magical sight unfolding like a fantasy, of Wynne's eyes meeting his, his empty glass raised. That roused Godwine enough to wink back. He realized, now that he was no longer overcome with shock from having history a Dhoesone, how interesting the man was. Why was he out there and not here? Certainly here were riches, comforts, and luxuries to be had. Godwine blinked with wonder and danced all over again. The music slowed to a sonorous yet airy ambience, so feet tapped lighter and movements were made smaller. Silver-haired lovers, a servant and a guard, snuck from their posts for a stolen moment. Their topaz and garnet eyes locked with unspoken feelings; there was nothing else; there was no one else; it was just the two who held hands, circled and spiraled, before they drifted apart and returned to work. <br/><br/>Godwine quietly spectated, wondering that would be like. To have family, friends, and an other half.<br/><br/>He danced alone, shaking up the sadness. Any romantic or personal notions he would have should die tonight. He knew that. The Giantdowns promised more violence before it would see peace. The warband and Sir Arawn would surely count on Godwine to stay on task. <br/><br/>This may be one of the last normal nights for anyone a while.<br/></div>