<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/ef/ff/66efffb462f52535ea1555baeb749db3.jpg)</div><strong>Meo Duskhand</strong><br/><strong>On the road</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ye'me, group<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120445)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Meo was flattered by Ye'me's comments. Having spent a lifetime developing his skills, and with most Johns favouring actions rather than kind words, it was nice to hear that his makeup skills were good. Especially from someone else who seemed quite capable at it themselves. He was a bit confused at first at how Ye'me was equating pretty looks with masculinity, but he quickly decided that this man seemed to be a bit of a stranger to conventional society, and surely had some foreign customs he was used to. Either way, Meo was more than happy to shelter under the shield and talk about girly things. Meo quite agreed that Evri already had a naturally pretty look, and all he needed was a touch of makeup to take it to the next level. He commented that Elves had it particularly easy and could pass for either gender oftentimes, wishing he'd been born perhaps half-elf himself.<br/><br/>He was quiet for a moment then, reflecting on the fact he never knew his parents anyway, all they gave him was his heritage. As Ye'me tied his hair up, Meo couldn't help but notice the water running down his mostly exposed body, noting that Ye'me's heritage seemed to have gifted him with quite the assets himself. Meo could achieve a lot with makeup, costumes, and acting, but a body like Ye'me's was something he hadn't been able to attain. He was just starting to ask about Ye'me's fitness regime, when the orcs appeared and interrupted their pleasant chat.<br/><br/>Meo had thought the orcs would likely intend to rob them, perhaps murder them. But Ye'me's translation of their intentions was a revelation. It wasn't as bad as the alternatives he'd been thinking of, but after a moment he reminded himself that he normally got paid for his body. To be raped by this many orcs was to effectively be robbed anyway, let alone the inevitable damage to his outfit and hair. "Well, I'm used to the occasional scumbag trying to get some for free," Meo replied to Ye'me, "we'll take care of them and then we can fix ourselves up pretty again tonight." He didn't bother to shield himself from the rain anymore after Ye'me left, resigned to a messy fight. He considered stashing his wig to protect it but as he looked into the mass of orcs, he felt a pang of fear, and decided he might need his appearance ready to go if things went badly and he had to surrender.<br/><br/>For now though, he drew his rapier and moved forward, bolstered by the apparent confidence of his allies and ready to test his mettle in battle.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Meo will stick close to other allies on the flanks in order to ensure he always has Sneak Attack damage on strikes as well as an escape route, then repeat the same pattern each turn:<br/>1. Move in, attack enemy with Rapier (+5 attack , 1d8+3 Piercing + 1d6 sneak attack)<br/>2. Bonus action Disengage, move out of reach behind an ally.<br/></div></div>