<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/Guardian_Druidess.png)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Shara, the Bog-Druid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332178.msg15843903#msg15843903)</span></strong></span><br/><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Druid</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>12<hr/>The little servant, seemingly comfortable right where she was, retracted the wooden cup, reached in and plucked out a dark root - at least the<em>root</em>looked clean, although why she should be cleaning dirt and grime off of plant matter and then dropping<em>things that crawl</em>into what looked like her morning meal<em>might</em>have seemed a strange set of priorities.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15845897#msg15845897">Quote from: Khadrash on 06-05-2021, 16:04:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The fuck are you doing down there? If you're gonna go crawling under tables, go suck off your boss... None of that made any kind of sense. Broken time. Rotten sunsets. Bog-brained fucking swamp-slut."  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Again, when given a direct command Shara looked to the nearest Scion of the house. "He's busy with the bright man," she said. "I think it would be bad to interrupt the bright man."  Seemingly unperturbed by the Beast's degradations, she chewed on the root delicately for a moment, as though savoring a flavour.<br/><br/>This one had a taste not unlike licorice, with a sharp, pleasant bite - and a subtle feeling that came with it that was important - an elevation of the heartbeat, a faint warming of the cheeks, an energizing sensation.  She noted of these sensations in the moment - the texture of the herb, the reactions she had - in the moment as though confirming an old memory, experiencing the effects of the mild stimulant.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Better get used to it, unless you got a chef hiding under them skirts."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Again, her gaze returned to the legal enforcer - this time, it was her legs and her skirt rather than her face that she looked to.<em>No cook, unless he's very small</em>she thought, but she turned her gaze onto the diabolically territorial serpent.  She froze in her eating, considered, and reached back into the bowl.<br/><br/>The centipede she extracted was small only by the standards of larger animals - it would have easily spanned her hand, but she had grabbed it delicately near the head; it couldn't bite her, though the twisting of it's body clearly suggested distress - or anger.  She held the thrashing centipede up towards the hostile serpent, as though offering a delicacy.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15846090#msg15846090">Quote from: Twin Oxenbridge on 06-05-2021, 20:14:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sub>"...  I appeal to your better nature, Scion of the House of Nox.  <span class="bbc_u">Do not venture into this dark continent with the aim of using the deck for yourself.</span>  It will kill you, and with your death, you doom us all."</sub><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"...<em>Bad</em>to interrupt the bright man," she repeated.  Her eyebrows knitted as though perturbed, a rare expression of disquiet crossing her features.