<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/D4FPVmy.jpg)</div><strong>Lucifel</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2082565)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: All around (fort and camp)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: all (flying all about playing music), Clara, GM<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 70/70<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Roll</strong>: Performance:6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142971)+5=11<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: light, Prestidigitation<br/><br/>When the group arrived at the humble and crowded encampment, the angelic minstrel was already there to great them. Lucifel had spent the entire journey playing scout, their wings allowing them to out pace the horses several times over, soaring across the steppe with a keen eye, ensuring their path was clear. The angel had arrived at the fort early, which had been an event in of itself. They had been expecting a group of summoners and guardians, and based on their reactions they had not expected a celestial being among their ranks, so the decent of a lone angel upon their ranks had been quite the shock. The reactions were quite mixed, some seeing it as a sign of hope, others fearing that it was a mark of rapture. Some looked on in awe, others threw themselves into reverent prayer, and others stared perplexed at the angel's strange anatomy, which Lucifel bore without shame, a bit perturbed that it didn't quite match their expectations.<br/><br/>As the others arrived and began exploring the camp, Lucifel would again take to the sky. Above the fort they floated on the beat of eight powerful wings, casually gliding over the heads of the gathered warriors. The light shining from their halo was like a small sun, casting a radiant shine that could be seen from every edge of the camp. Slender fingers plucked the strings of their lyre, a beautiful but unearthly melody radiating far across the camp, soon accompanied by the angel's serene voice. Their song seemed to carry itself to every ear, able to be heard as clearly as though the angel were playing right before them. It was a sweet, heavenly sound, though because Lucifel sang it in the celestial tongue the lyrics, and the meaning there in, would be lost on the vast majority present. Still they resonated never the less, almost seeming to calm and lightly tickle those who listened closely, the minor stresses and fatigue ebbing from their bodies.<br/><br/>As Lucifel's song came to an end they would gently descend back to the ground, amongst the Olaq's camp. They gave a cursory glance around the tents, a token effort to pick their master out in the crowd, though they didn't search quite as diligently as one might expect. Instead sapphire eyes fell upon diminutive summoner Clara, a devout cleric and all around precious doll of a mortal. Floating up behind the girl Clara would suddenly feel two hands gently clasping her shoulders, "greetings little one..." the angel cooed, a soft, motherly tone accompanying their unplaceable accent, "how have the people been treating you? better than on your arrival I hope" they mused, giving the girl's shoulders a comforting squeeze. Following the girl's gaze to the large tent Lucifel smiled, "care to join the festivities little one? I've watched these people's celebrations once or twice before, and Olaq revelry is truly something to behold" they said with a small chuckle, though despite observing them from afar this would be their first time getting to take part as well. Circling around in front of the summoner Lucifel would extend a hand, offering to lead the girl inside.