<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Irene66.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophia Peace-Bond (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054749)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Human Barbarian</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+5<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>Ward hex from Silvy<br/><hr/>A gentle sigh escaped Sophia's lips at the feeling of Silvy's hands caressing her stomach. Her touch was enough to send Sophia's mind back to happier nights when they both had the energy and passion to do much, much more, and the memories brought her strength.<br/><br/>The sept was like any relationship, she realized. When it was new, everyone was full of energy and optimism, putting everything they had into the bond between them, and it felt everything would be perfect forever. But when things turned dark, that was when the true strength of the relationship was tested.<br/><br/>She missed Aron and Davir, the half-elven couple who had joined them as they neared the coast. They had been sailors plying the coast for many years - and possibly pirates at some point, though Sophia could hardly judge them for that, considering her own tribe's relationship with raiding - and it was their confidence that had inspired her to attempt this voyage in the first place. Watch them manage the ship with their skilled hands (<em>very</em>skilled hands, as she discovered at night) had allayed her fears of striking out into the great blue abyss, a frightening prospect for a child of the plains.<br/><br/>Aron had literally disappeared from her arms overnight, along with Davir. Waking up to find them gone... had they abandoned her, or been stolen in the night by some mysterious sea-monster? Without their expertise, she felt adrift, lost at sea... metaphors that were uncomfortably literal now.<br/><br/>Silvy's touch brought her back to the present, and the cool clay spread across her back soothed her skin just enough to make the day more bearable. She turned her head and watched Silvy tend to Grimaruk the same way, and admired the half-orc's upbeat smile. Sresk's words and brief bodily transformation caught her attention too, and the girl's ferocity brought a grin to her face.<br/><br/>Sresk and Grimaruk hadn't given up. Silvy and Muriel hadn't given up. And nor would she. Her tribe had dwindled, but they were still together, and they all still drew breath. That meant there was hope.<br/><br/>Sophia set down her oar and stood up, her legs protesting as she left her rowing position for the first time that day. "That's right!" she called out to Sresk, putting some strength back into her voice. "We're going to push through, for them, and for each other. Whether this is just a treacherous sea, or the gods themselves are against us, we're going to see this through. We have each other, and that's the greatest strength in the world." She looked over her companions, beautiful and strong and passionate. "If we die out here, we die together. But I don't think we will."