(http://i.4pcdn.org/tg/1442369342759.jpg)<br/><strong>Raya Vorson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14348383#msg14348383)</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC: 16 HP 70/70 <strong>Spells Active:</strong> Vocal Alteration <strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Skald <strong>Perception:</strong> No <strong>Initative</strong> +1 Spells used: 1 grade I, 0 grade II Bardic Music 21/21 rounds</div></div><br/><strong>Lunescross, coaches<br/>Tag:</strong>Demidicus, primarly.<br/><br/>"R-rape.. err.r. I'd have thought the undead had.. different interests. Not that any of that is any better.. you know what, topic change." She nodded and half raised a brow. Fleshy pits? He sure was not the shy type.<br/><br/>She mused on.: "A-anyway. Silver truce. Half the day you can do as you please, without consequence and that is how the peace is maintained. So far, anyway." The idea of unwinding with a few undead was.. tempting. It did slightly dehumanize the people involved.. then again, undead weren't people to begin with.<br/>It was a messed up little system, but it was their system, wich was why Raya had not confronted this little fortress of the undead, until now. And now that there was trouble, there were people to.. what, protect? Guard? Supervise? All of these?<br/>Demidicus seemed pretty straight forward among the four. Not a nice man, but reliable within his own twisted sense of honor. The half-orc she had seen only briefly, but if she were to guess, the friendly type that nonetheless would beat you up if he felt slighted. Then there was Dathnor.. hiding out and having seen enough death to fear it. She did not fear death.<br/>Finally, the priest of the undead deity. She couldn't get much of a read on him.. she could respect faith and drinks as present but she'd remain cautious. So then...<br/><br/>"So... err.. I guess peacekeepers fight the undead.. exceeding their boundaries just as much as they would undead-hunters, right?" She mused, still pretending to be more of an observer, rather than belonging firmly in the latter category. She then added: "What motivates you then. Peace? An understanding of balance? .. or is the pay good enough?"