<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> - 2<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>The journey out of Luskan, away from proper civilization was made easy with a bit of coin and declaration of her family. Faen'Tallar, a small Noble house of Silverymoon, but a Noble house none the less. Elves with a historical dragon lineage that has, as of the past dozen or so decades, seen the newborn's strength of blood wane. For the first time in a long while, a child was born to the family with the dignified but fearsome fire of their Gold lineage coursing through their veins, able to wield the strength that made their family powerful and renowned once again.<br/><br/>But a fluke could not be relied upon, the trends still leading to a downward spiral and the withering of their blood. Xysera of Faen'Tallar, with dragon blood resurgent refused to see her line become stagnant. True struggle, hardships and heroics would reinvigorate her own magic, and perhaps lead to some change in the rest of her family. There was also the alternate option...<br/><br/>Investigation in to a potential ritual, and search for hardships led to a single town. Sydanoi. It held a chance for heroics, and a potential lead in to locating a living Gold Dragon. Such rare creatures were hard to find when they did not wish to be bothered by lesser creatures. Less likely than finding battles in this town. She sat in the town's lone tavern, idly flicking through a musty old tome, with a map of the local area on her table.<br/><br/>Xysera looked up from her book to take another look across the crowds. A few notable individuals stood out to her, popping out of the crowd of grim soldiers. She could feel their nerves from across the tavern, the air felt charged with danger.