<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/457190/goddesses_of_the_nature___wallpaper_by_sanguisgelidus-d5s4nyr.jpg?1431133681)</div><strong>HP</strong>110/110 /<strong>Init</strong>+11<br/><strong>AC</strong>21 /<strong>Touch</strong>17 /<strong>Flat-Footed</strong>16 /<strong>CMD</strong>23<br/><strong>Fort</strong>23 /<strong>Ref</strong>22 /<strong>Will</strong>28<br/><strong>Perception</strong>+21 /<strong>Sense Motive</strong>+7<br/><hr/><br/>Nessessa's first sensation upon arrival to the Bone Fields was noticing the complete lack of earth beneath her feet, her toes curling in search of that familiar feeling of grass and dirt. Curiously she peered down, delighting in how literal Auronorex was taking the whole 'don't set foot on holy ground' thing. She spun around, separating herself slightly from the group to explore the limits of her new found levitation, pressing her feet against the barrier that served as her new ground and even taking a few tiny test hops. The dragon's presence was met with little interest other than a quick look of revulsion over her shoulder toward the abomination and a subdued giggle at a joke only she seemed to be aware of. An undead dragon was greeting them as 'mortals' in a giant dragon graveyard - it was cute. Emeric seemed to be handling the situation well enough that Nessessa made no attempt to interrupt her current fixation; he was layering compliments and fake praise on top of the creature despite its wretched and pitiful state. Dragons loved that stuff.<br/><br/>At the mention of questions, Nessessa finally took the opportunity to butt in, gleefully returning back to the group with a spring in her step that contrasted sharply against the haze of gloom that hung in this place. She loved asking questions. "Has this place always been sooo...gray?" The druid gestured to the sky above, entertaining the idea of attempting to clear the skies if such a thing was even possible; this place was just so darn depressing and a little sunshine never hurt anyone. "Oh!" Nessessa perked up, snapping her fingers as another important question came to mind. "What's over there?" Nessessa directed the dragon's attention toward the faint glimmer in the distance, the golden star that was most likely left by Auronorex to guide them. They may have been headed that way regardless but having an idea of what awaited seemed wise.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hopefully Emeric or someone else can make the diplomacy check for all of us because I'm terrible at that stuff. If not, and if we don't want to fight the dragon, then I can either edit the post or one of you guys can shut Nessessa up and drag her away. She's probably used to that.</div></div>