<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e9/de/19/e9de19ca6d7c1a642d5ed61f44f0447f.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stat</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Value</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Modifier</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Save</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>STR</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>8</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>DEX</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>18</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CON</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>15</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>INT</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>13</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>WIS</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>18</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+7</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CHA</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>11</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Armor Class:</strong> <em>18</em><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> <em>17</em><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <em>+4</em><br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Features</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Lyra of Annifos</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>38/38</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em> Lana </em><br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>:<em>Lotan and Lana</em><br/><hr/><br/>Word of the Emerald Grove fails to register in her mind, The Worldsong however made her eyes twinkle. It started slow and only seemed to grow, a wave of exhilaration surging through her spine. The sense of euphoria only furthered as she realized just who Lotan was. Her mind raced faster than light, she had to be the first one of the elves to hear the Worldsong in generations. Such a legend had only been a passing thought for quite awhile, she had planned to learn more of the forests, the mountains, the seas, before even considering what was essentially the very essence of the world itself. To say that the Worldsong found her was incredible seemed to do it less and less justice as she tried to believe the melody had played to her.<br/><br/>Lyra's amazement even drowned out Lotan's words at first. Thankfully her ears pulled her back to reality, or where ever the Emerald Grove was. Her eyes were like steel as she looked upon Lotan's form and heard his words, his request. Her ears perking up as she failed to conceal a grin. Without even giving it a thought, she replied in Sylvan, her head almost twitching with a nod. "<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sylvan</div><div class="spoiler_body">I will do my best, but I fear I may have years of questions for you when this is done.</div></div>" Stepping forward after the ancient addressed the others it seemed the woman in white was not quite so happy as Lyra was. Giving the woman a sporty slap on the ass and a few words of encouragement in sylvan, she stepped closer to Lotan, she bowed her head to the ancient before truly taking in the sight of his form. Her fingers twitched as she stood only a few feet away. Another step closer and her hand shot up to touch the bark of his body, he was really there. Her other hand began to feel the wood and green surface of Lotan before she nearly fell forward into a complete hug.<br/><br/>Likely lasting longer then it should have, Lyra released herself from the bodily contact and turned her attention towards the large tree name Akamobi. "<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sylvan</div><div class="spoiler_body">So how do we enter Akamobi?</div></div>"