<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – Off to meet the Matriarchs</strong><br/><br/>Reliyian let out one final grunt before finally getting the flower, nearly tripping with a high pitched, “Whoops!” As her fingers plucked it and she staggered a step or two. The she smiled wide, moving the flower to her face to inhale its aroma. Coming up behind Aeryn, still talking about insects, “Pity. Perhaps one day I will encounter a race not determined to kill me before sharing knowledge.” Thinking she might have committed a faux pas of sorts, “With all due respect to humanity of course.” Glancing at Aeryn’s drawings Reliyian’s curiosity with the surroundings blinded her to the fact the creatures have some kind of plumage. She bit her bottom lip as the two lovers (perhaps) scurried off, suddenly overcome with the urge to go up to the nearest saurian and touch the feathers. An urge she resisted but the ice mage made a mental note that she would have to do that sometime. Looking around, flower still in hand she abandons the idea of finding their previous captive… for now.<br/><br/>As Aeryn talked, Reliyian treated the sage’s revelations with discountenance, “These fights are *less* violent than you expected?” stressing her reluctance to believe such a thing as she frowned disgustedly. Suddenly though the look on her face quickly changed, that to what might be described as shocked discovery. Reliyian’s mood noticeably soured and at first she murmured to herself in elvish, “<em>Blessed Father Mountain protect us,</em>” at which point her hands lowered, flower now tucked just under her chest. Not hesitating to share her thoughts, “The magic of this place. It flows all around us. Through the entire village, covering it like the misty morning fog on the valley below the high mountains. It… its source, at least some of it, comes from the harm they are doing. To each other maybe, maybe to others. Aeryn, you probably know many tales of people who believe in sacrifice,” Reliyian makes an acknowledgment to Eshalu with a nod, “In the depths of history, our people thought to tap this magical source as well. There are some human tribes and other more savage races that draw the blood of others for this purpose; the killing of another to gain power. A mere step above necromancy and not a very tall step. It might not be the touch of death here exactly, but any magic gained through violence is a bad omen.” Were it possible for Reliyian to become any paler, she would. “This is beyond simple animal sacrifice or the notion of trials by pain and suffering to harden one’s mettle or steel one’s fortitude.<br/><br/>Just around that time Visha arrived and as Aeryn and their guide exchanged the first courtesies Reliyian said lowly, but to be sure her friends could hear it, “Court indeed. A place for punishment, trial by combat even. She lingered a step behind, speaking up and addressing Visha sounding slightly nervous, “Is that place where the matriarchs are?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fate Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">I would like to use the Fate Point I just earned to use my stunt of Magical Insight for my Lore skill roll to see if I know more of ‘violence magic’ or whatever we are going to call the nature of this magical source.  So +1 Dice Roll, +3 Skill and +2 Stunt for +6, <strong>Fantastic!</strong> ~_^<br/><br/>Summary: At 2013-05-01 15:10:08, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 4d3a-8 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46091)<br/><br/>Comment: Lore with Stunt<br/><br/>Also, I’m going to put my Fate game information under my description from now on for reference for my skills, points etc…</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Description and Picture(s)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Reliyian/reliyian_dress_zps984739ed.jpg)</div>Description: Her hair is fine like silk, pale as the winter sun and highlighted with streaks of lavender dye made from crushed berries. Her eyes beautiful, pearlescent orbs of pale sage are set against her light skin that when the light strikes her has a feint golden glow dotted by freckles from her face to her shoulders.  She smiles, you think, the expression is too faint to be sure. Even her mouth seems to shimmer with a soft glossy pink. Her ears are long, ending in perfect points. Reliyian wears a blue strapless dress held up by her impressive figure and by crisscrossed silver thread across an open back, wide enough to reveal most of it in a V-shape to the slight curve at the base of her spine. Long detached sleeves ended in golden lace that was also embroidered throughout the dress. Her skirt ending just above her ankles below which you see her golden lace low heeled sandals, it has a slight up the left side exposing much of her supple leg to where you can just make out the curve of her hip.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Consequences</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td>Refresh: 2</td><td></td><td>Mild: - </td></tr><tr><td>Fate Points: 3</td><td></td><td>Moderate: - </td></tr><tr><td>Physical Stress (Physique) </td><td>[1] [2] </td><td>Severe: - </td></tr><tr><td>Mental Stress (Will) </td><td>[1] [2] [3] </td><td></td></tr></tbody></table> </div></div>