<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4f/Ithika_2.jpg/423px-Ithika_2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ithika<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Drow Female UC Rogue, Contractor</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>10 (12 vs traps)<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15859476#msg15859476">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 19-05-2021, 15:04:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The wizard easily got on board his phantom steed and sat agee.  He took Ithika by the forearm and pulled her up onto the saddle with him, settling her in front of him.  He turned the horse around, and set off towards the beach, and spurned his horse harder to run over sand and tide.  It entered into a gallop, hovering inches over the water, and the pair disappeared from view.<br/> "Tell me your name," the wizard said into her ear as the horse dashed through the sea.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Ithaka doesn't resist, despite her general inexperience with horses... their familiarity in the landscape of the surface world was a necessary evil, but to be so separated from the ground, astride a jolting and unsteady animal, seemed such a bestial manner of transportation... Thus, her cooperation with the wizard, which she had determined already she would offer based on his station and relevance to their mission, becomes as much a necessity as a convenience as he hoists her onto the saddle before him, her sleight weight making the job effortless from his leveraged position.  She has the forethought to, at least, offer the correct arm, and swing her leg over the phantom mount's head and neck with a surprisingly acrobatic pivot of her hips and lift of her foot, soundless and swift.<br/><br/>Settling into the saddle with the hardened-leather pommel pressing between her thighs into her pelvis, she feels a shudder of cold chill, like settling into still, dark waters, where the horse's flesh meets her leathers and skin.  "Ithaka," she answers, the word sounding like a series of movements and strikes in the dark.  She settles herself against him without modesty, her ass a comforting cushion against his hips to provide a little extra stability as they begin to glide-- smoother than expected, over waves and sand.  Water ripples up in little ghost-like puffs where the spectral hooves sizzle in frosty puffs over the green foam.<br/><br/>"An' you," she says, "wish to be call-ed something other than just 'de weezard', I ahsume?"<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>