<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mDg4vQh.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: Glynwraek Casilltenirra</strong>(https://ddb.ac/characters/97236020/l9Mn8c)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>High Elf Wizard<br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/18<strong>AC:</strong>12<br/><strong>Mount (Llunae) HP:</strong>50/50<strong>Mount AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 6     Constitution: 11    Dexterity: 14<br/>Intelligence: 17     Wisdom: 13    Charisma: 13<br/><br/>Spell DC: 13<br/>Spell Slots: 1st - 4; 2nd - 2</div></div><br/>Glyn awoke slowly. He felt something heavy shift and slide across his thin chest and grabbed whatever book he had been reading when he fell asleep. The only surprising part was that he was not peeling his face off it instead. Glyn tended to fall asleep reading at a desk or in the library more often than his bed. So, waking in his bed was odd. He swung his legs over the side and slowly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to focus on the text: 'Van Richten's Guide' again. He'd read the tome a dozen times now but there were still secrets to unlock within it on the nature of vampires.<br/><br/>Glyn felt his stomach twist in a familiar way. He'd not eaten the night before either. Also normal.<em>There's something special about today. What was it?</em>The noise outside attracted his attention and it clicked. "Ahhh, graduation. What a bother." He didn't know why they insisted on some antiquated test. Tests were inefficient; more a right of passage than indicative of their ability. Still, he could pontificate on the matter until he was blue in the face and Master Falk would still insist on it. Ancient orders like the Sky Knights had their ways of doing things even if they were under strength. Glyn just viewed the ceremony and quest as interruptions to his studies.<br/><br/>He stood and looked down at the ink stained and rumpled blue and red robes he was wearing. Clicking his tongue, he moved and changed into a purple and black set split for easier riding. Despite any real ire in his part for the ceremony, he was eager to fly. Llunae had been his companion for two years, her and the others, and Glyn found flying to be exhilarating. To be free of the ground, far above concerns or worry, to feel the power and grace Llunae possessed. He almost forgot his cursed, feeble frame. A hand ran over his thin arms and he glanced at the tome again.<br/><br/>He picked it up and moved out of the barracks toward the dining hall. Food was what he needed and to read a few more pages before the ceremony. It seemed the other were up and about already, so he expected he would see them there.<br/><br/>He entered the dining hall and made his way to a back table to set his tome down then went and fetched a strange meal for an elf. His plate was piled with herbed potatoes as was normal, but an equally large pile of ham joined it along with several strips of bacon. Glyn had found that, since his curse, he had developed a distinctly non-elven craving for flesh. Cured and fried were alright, but a bloody steak of haunch of leg made his mouth water in unpleasant ways. It had been almost seventy years and the craving for bloody meat still reviled him and satisfied him in a dissonant way. He tore a chunk of meat with his teeth and then washed it down with juice and potatoes. Then, he opened the tome and ate mechanically as he read.