<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1d/ba/a0/1dbaa05622a048a9f005069dee8b0c90.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rilka</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sheet:Rilka (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1314187)<br/><br/>Background:<br/>Rilka is an orphan found in the shattered remains of a convoy that had the misfortune to run into a goblin raid. Brought back to the town of Phaendar where an older couple took her in. With their children long since having left home the house was just too quiet for them. She led a happy childhood with her adopted parents as she grew up, time spent with her father working on the farm while time with her mother was spent gathering herbs and mixing up pultices. <br/><br/>Everything changed one night when she was twelve when a great fire roared from the sky and hammered into one of their fields. Taking up her father's crossbow, for she'd not let his old bones go seeking out what had happened by himself she set out to find what had befallen their land. It didn't take her long to find the large crater within the field of wheat, the edges covered in smouldering stalks while in the center there was a small glowing stone. After putting out the fire she worked her way into the center of the crater and when poking the no longer glowing stone with the crossbow drew no reaction she picked it up and took it home to show her parents. While none of them knew what it was her father had recalled stories of rare metals falling from the sky so with a bit of spare cord they made a necklace of it for the young girl. And that night she wore it to bed.<br/><br/>Running. Running. Always running as the shadows around her twisted and warped while the echo of hundreds of voices surrounded her. It mattered not how she ran though as tendrils of whispy shadow wrapped around her and dragged her back upon a massive bulk bearing many maws full of sharp fangs. The tendrils bound her completely even going so far as to cover her shrieking mouth before she was pulled closer to one of the smaller maws, despite her fears it began not munching on her but whispering secrets into her ears.<br/><br/>Waking from the strange dream that wasn't a dream she found things different. Shadows no longer hid what they covered from her sight. With a happy laugh she went about her chores for the day only to be stymied as the animals drew back from her and things just went plain wrong around her.  With the town being relatively small it didn't take long before stories of the cursed happenings around the young girl to spread but she gave them no mind as she continued to help with farm work and patching up peoples wounds. Even as at night she'd listen to the whispers within the darkest of shadows beneath the stars and learn many secrets. While she was a 'cursed child" there wasn't a drastic  change in behavior and she began displaying a growing talent for divine magics which led the townsfolk to having an easier time accepting her.<br/><br/>Time passes and she grows. Now an adult she stays with her aging parents content unlike her adopted siblings to stay and help them. The arrival once more of the Market Festival has her coming to town proper to trade and dance. And heal those foolish enough to get themselves hurt doing stupid showoff things. <br/><br/><br/>Personality: Friendly and motherish. She's willing to take care of any who need it and will try her best to keep them cheerful. Of course she is a farm lass and has no problem thumping someone if they're being stupid, especially since it's not like she can really hurt someone with a hit. More prone to trying to talk things out she tries at least to play mediator between arguing folks but she's not above using her magics or reputation as cursed to quiet people down. With a fondness for stargazing and shadows she can quite often be found at night sitting in a shade with a clear view of the sky.<br/><br/><br/>Appearance: Small and hefty she stands barely above three feet in height with only a light tan darkening her surprisingly pale skin. Her shoulderblade length black hair is left loose for the most part, a simple strip of leather tying it into a ponytail to keep it out of the way when needed. Her bangs are kept cut above her dark eyes, while her cheeks are chubby and her full lips often curl up in wide grins. Her usual garb is simple and sturdy but even it's thickness does little to hide the curves of her short and lush form. Even bound best as she can the heavy swells of her breasts are attention catching and when coupled with her wide hips and soft rear are easy proof that despite being waist high to most folk she's no child. Unlike most halfling's she wears shoes... sometimes.  (Yeah. No tats or jewlery like the pic. The tats are later after all. :D  )<br/><br/><br/>Ons/Offs:<br/>Bondage. Weither locking someone in place and playing or being bound herself she quite enjoys it. She's fond of cuddling and teasing but doesn't mind a bit of rougher play.<br/><br/>That said offs are abuse or causing pain just to cause it, spanking's fine but don't deck her and expect it to turn her on. Toilet play is also another big off as that's not really sexy to her.<br/></div></div><br/>Alright. Spoiler put in. Thank you for selecting me as one of the runners. :D<br/><br/><br/>So hi hi!<br/><br/>And no worries  Anne. At the least I can say Rilka's not melee at all. Even if her AC did wind up fairly high... Why can't I have AC like that when I DO make melee characters?<br/>Plus while the corridors and such are common this one's supposed to run a great deal outdoors. So could be a toss up on just what's run into combat wise.<br/><br/>Anyways. She's a healer/buffer/battle control.<br/><br/>Although it will take her a while to get the battlefield control part in.<br/><br/>She's got CLW, Bless, Shadow Trap.<br/><br/>So mostly pop a bless at the start of a fight and start shooting the folks that aren't in melee. As I'm not sure I'm going to burn the feats to make a crossbow really usable.<br/><br/>And just noticed that it never saved putting shadowtrap in place of Doom before posting. So gonna have to go through sheet and see what else didn't save.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Given Inkut's backstory I can see her meeting the mini-sized healer. And probably seen something annoy the tiny lass by moving things or twisting shadows. So be interesting to see how the barbarian'll take someone like that trying to heal her. :D<br/><br/>Huh. Looks like the same could be said for the Tasmi sisters too. O.O  Just how many o' ya'll got laid up in the small arse town from injuries?