<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/4f2dbf87b4571dc053d431ce7f9a50df/tumblr_px70izoo9k1uaouwuo1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Alethra Stormbringer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2227174)</strong><br/><em>Half-Elf Warlcok: Archfey 3<br/>Health: 33/33, AC:14 , spell slots: 2/2   </em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> <br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus:</strong><br/><strong>Move:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>Two years had passed while in the FeyWild at the court of her Mistress, the Archfey Tathariel.  The time had passed like a dream.  Alethra had spent a great majority of it attending festivals and other celebrations.  It seemed like the Fey did little more than play and whittle the time away.  She had lost all track of time herself, until Mistress Tathariel brought informed her of such and requested that she perform a small favor for the hospitality and merry-making Alethra had partook in.<br/><br/>It had been that same discussion which led Alethra to readily accept a quick errand back to her own realm in order to find, or do, whatever it was that needed doing or finding, for her Lady.  Whatever the task, Alethra was certain she'd be able to complete it quickly and return to the Archfey's palace and all the lovely decadence within.<br/><br/>She stepped forward through the glade and used her quarterstaff as a walking stick.  Her arcane focus, a white crystal, caught the sunlight, redirected it through it's prism, and flickered it upon the grassy ground before her.  Tomma, her owl familiar, flew above her and circled above the black abyss-like portal she'd been directed toward.  A backpack with some essentials weighed Alethra down.  She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have to haul something.  She didn't think two years alone should be able to make her forget manual labor, but the Feywild was peculiar in that way.   Two daggers rested in their scabbards on her belt, one at each hip.  Her plain leather armor fit her snugly in places, and already she missed the beautiful dresses with low decollete necklines, and sheer, thin fabric which had seemed nearly scandalous when she had first been presented with such a gown.  Yet, now, she felt like she'd wrapped into a cocoon of fabric and leather that refused to allow her skin to breathe.<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder and studied the majesty of the Archfey's palace in the distance.  Her heart already longed for the comforts within and the visage of her Mistress' face once more.  She paused there, for a long time.  She wanted to turn back.  The fear of seeing the disappointment upon her Mistress' countenance prevented her from following her heart's wish.<br/><br/>Instead she glanced up at Tomma.<strong>"Let's hurry up and get this over with,"</strong>she told the familiar and then stepped forward.  Her right foot crossed into the bluish-black abyss as Tomma swooped down and flew through the portal as well.