<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/e6/82/dce6826b01a54bb049f6cb15ec518175--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div><strong>Elsbeth Ebonblade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14563925#msg14563925)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 52/52, AC 15/12/12, CMD 14/12, Saves: +4/+6/+5 *(Curse)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Effects,ect.</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Active spells:Endure Elements (24 h), Postcounter:42,*Demonic Curse:Beginning stage: +2 Charisma, -2 Wisdom, You gain fire and profane energy resistance 5, but become uncomfortable close to holy objects. If you already have fire resistance or etc, this is added on.</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Senval, Mage’s Guildhall & Merchant’s quarter<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Looking for a cafe (Lunch), Halfling Waitress.<br/><br/>Elsbeth smiled at the cute waitress, she was tall for a halfilng but it was flattering to see a lovely woman smaller than herself. She had shrunk quite a bit and it felt right to see someone shorter than her. She asked about this or that item on the menu, having had some of them before but enjoying the role of a woman of leisure flirtatiously enjoying a lunch before going to her next liaison.  She settled on some garlic buttered bread, a savory lamb stew and a flagon of spicy wine to go with it.<br/><br/>She listened in on the conversations as she sketched in her journal; mulling over her next actions. Part of her just wanted to walk away, slip away to some other city where she could settle into a courtesan's life. The contract was the problem, she needed to destroy it before she could move on to another life. She enjoyed the feel of eyes watching her, the feeling of power that it brought to her. She sipped her wine as she watched the hustle and bustle of the crowd, winking at the waitress as she went back and forth. It was weird, peace was breaking out all over but she knew of this shadowy war that no one else seemed to know about. The Sins, and the Cult, fighting again those like her who had stupidly accepted the contract. Why? It made no sense. She was missing something vital, the Archmage had missed it. She needed to figure out what was happening before she slipped into this new life she was playing at now.