<div class="floatleft">(https://whisperingworlds.com/wp-content/gallery/fantasywomen/fantasywoman105.jpg)</div><br/>Fast Stats: AC 19 | HP 24/24 | PP 15<br/>Magic: 4/4 level 1, 2/2 level 2, Channel Divinity (Healing/Turn undead) 1/LR<br/><br/>Arya Thorngrove - Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16121272#msg16121272)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arya had just dressed ready to leave the sleepy village of Nuln when something quite peculiar happened. Her spirit felt like being tugged and the sky started to change color, a feeling of floating and spinning reminded Arya of the time she was drugged and she feared the same thing had happened again. There was a popping sound and next thing she knew she was somewhere else. This definitely was magic but one of a kind she had not known of before now.<br/><br/>Arya was in a tavern, and although there didn't seem any immediate threat there were many questions she had. Especially about how to get back to where she was and why she was summoned here. A warforged woman with an Elven head seemed brief and gruff but answered one of Arya's unspoken questions, and a little later a feminine Satyr answered more.<br/><br/>Arya was spellbound by the variation of races of the people that seemed to find themselves in this strange place. Some could even speak directly into her mind ! No two were alike but strangely most seemed to be at ease. Interesting. This made Arya relax somewhat but still she was wary. The Satyr seemed like a musician of sorts but likely was a bard if he was anything like the others as Arya noticed weapons and armor on most people. Adventurers. This place summoned adventurers to solve problems no doubt.<br/><br/>Arya thought to introduce herself for a while then decided against it and watch the strange parade of different people reacting to these circumstances.<br/><br/>Arya lifted an eyebrow as a fairy among them flew through the air only to land gracefully on a table in front of other guests. She was barely half the height of other people and looked like she weighed less than 50 pounds. Arya had heard of fairies but had never seen one in the flesh before. Actually this time was a first for many things. There even was a woman that was more snake ! It seemed whatever magic summoned these people here seemed to home in on unique and weird souls. No one here seemed normal, all had something quite overtly different about them, in personality if not in form. None of them seemed shy or reserved that was for sure. The confidence of people likely who have seen action in many forms. Likely danger too and knew here was safe.<br/><br/>Arya wondered what to do with herself for a moment while others were mingling and considered ordering a stew or some juice but she had only woken up not long ago and had breakfast so she wasn't in any immediate need to eat or drink. Content to slide into a chair in the corner of the room Ayra's golden eyes darted to each of the figures present in this place. Perhaps her fate will be decided soon. All those here probably thought the same but had very different ideas about waiting for it to happen.<br/>