<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2015/01/15/20150115104715-3215fd22-me.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zarathrustra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Encampment at the Requested Spot<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong><br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong><br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>She had a smirk on her face. For all the talk her kin did about how great their prowess was, and they were the chosen of Lolth, they couldn't get over their petty jealousies and strife, and their insistence on paying back in kind every single perceived slight kept them squabbling with each other. The drow should, by rights, be more powerful than they were, but constant warfare among themselves, instead of uniting to bend the world to their will, kept her race from achieving greatness. Here however, the orcs had managed to unify, at least for the moment, to actually attempt to conquer and achieve the spoils that would come with such a triumph. Ever the opportunist, Zarathrustra had accepted the terms, and was quite willing to lend her support to this endeavor.<br/><br/>She did not hide her allegiance to the Revenancer and was simply dressed. The surface did not bother her like it did many of her kind, the light not hindering her sight in the least.<br/><br/>She did not have any weapons, and aside from bracers, a haversack and a headband, was light with possessions.<br/><br/>She studied her potential comrades, but kept her thoughts to herself.<br/><br/>Zarathrustra she said simply.