<div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/46465F55-0140-4F52-B81C-019DB9C0B408.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Fey</span>(Barbarian 1)<br/>[Character sheet] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1006180)<br/>HP: 14<br/>AC: 14 (Touch 12, Flat-footed 12)<br/>Condition: Normal<br/><br/>Whirling Frenzy: 1/1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attacks/weapons</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Glaive</strong> +4 (1d10+4, x3)<br/><strong>Dagger</strong> +4 (1d4+3, 19-20 x2)<br/><strong>Spiked Gauntlet</strong> +4 (1d4+3, x2)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skills</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tumble 4 (+6)<br/>Climb 4 (+7)<br/>Jump 4 (+7)<br/>Swim 4 (+7)<br/>Listen 2 (+1)<br/>Spot 2 (+1)<br/>Hide 2 (+4)<br/>Move Silently 2 (+4)<br/>Bluff 2 (+1)<br/>Diplomacy 2 (+1)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Abilities</div><div class="spoiler_body">STR: 16 (+3)<br/>DEX: 14 (+2)<br/>CON: 14 (+2)<br/>INT: 14 (+2)<br/>WIS: 8 (-1)<br/>CHA: 8 (-1)<br/>APR: 14 (+2)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Saves</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fortitude: 4<br/>Reflex: 2<br/>Will: -1<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Fey matches Andrel's polite smile with a cheeky grin of her own that shows she knows<em>exactly </em>what she's doing, and shifts her bottom a little under the pretext of seating herself more securely. The warmth of her body can be felt through his robes, given how little she's wearing, and the side of her shorts facing Andrus is fastened at the hip by two parallel string ties that bare a flash of bare skin, showing off the fact that she's naked under her clothes -- not that any underwear would fit beneath them.<br/><br/>That's Fey for you. Playful and shameless and a good-natured showoff, who likes throwing herself at people to see if she can get a rise out of them. In Andrus' case the rise seems fairly substantial.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258802.msg12789565#msg12789565">Quote from: CalliLurk on 20-11-2016, 16:39:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You good Sir, I am sure would be an asset."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"He's got a huge asset!" Fey wriggles her legs and whispers from behind a cupped palm in a tone that suggests this was a prime opportunity that they should all take advantage of.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258802.msg12790349#msg12790349">Quote from: Muse on 20-11-2016, 22:27:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My name's Talinda Embersong," she told the others.  Her eyes found Fey in her revealing leather.  Her cheeks collored in pleasure.  "Oh, I love your outfit."  Talinda had tried a similar set of leathers once, last year, but hadn't been quite curvy enough to make it work.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Awww," Fey waves at the girl, "you're way too sweet. Don't feel bad! You look more than awesome like this," she encourages.<br/><br/>"Maybe leather just doesn't work for you. You gotta find your own style."<br/><br/>She listens in on the conversation, watching Mara wrap Edward around her little finger. Fey lacked the ability to seduce someone that way, being more brazen and bold than subtle when it came to her affections. In the end, though, the mention of danger focuses her again.<br/><br/>"'Kay," she says. "Mara and Andrus are magicky types, right? I gotta say, my last brush with magic went kinda badly." She wriggles her fox ears to demonstrate. "Join you on the brawling side, Luna," she grins, raising the tankard clenched in her fist and showing off the metal spikes attached to her glove's knuckles. She can't bring her glaive everywhere, and this comes in handy in bar fights and street brawls.<br/><br/>"I can chip in for tools and stuff," the foxgirl adds. "I won a little gold on a bet that day. Jared, the butcher's son, thought he could beat me at arm wrestling. He's gotta start working out if he wants to swing that huge cleaver of his dad's." She grins and flexes one arm strongman-style, then toasts them all with her mug of spiced beer.<br/><br/>"For all of that!" she toasts them all with her tankard of spiced beer.