<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/30/41/c330414e795e3aa8aebfe648f2a5cf76.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Isabella (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14822141#msg14822141)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:18/18<strong>Status</strong>: Traveling<br/><strong>AC</strong>:13<strong>Tagging</strong>: Kayla, Selena, Orlith, Ezi<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The wagon released audible creaks and groans, shifting suddenly to one side as Orlith maneuvered from the back to the front to give Kayla directions. Isabella listened to Selena's lovely song, more beautiful notes than she ever thought a goblin and their shrill, brash tongues could achieve and her momentary joy turned dour. Was she the woman on the cliff? Was she a woman?<br/><br/>The day passed relatively uneventfully as sunset was drawing near. The roads were clear for the most part save for the occasional passerby. Halfway to Beckindale, however, the wagon could see two figures walking down the road in the opposite direction. As they drew closer, they noticed the distinctive features of priestesses of the Weeping Matron, emblazoned with a blue eyes and teardrop across the chest of the white robes the blue Tiefling wore. Isabella met eyes with the Tiefling who gave her a queer look back<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/3d/90/a73d9049f9f46da5e90aa8174a96cb69.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iclyn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14831483#msg14831483)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:35/35<strong>Status</strong>: Traveling<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Tagging</strong>: Wren<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Wren and Iclyn made their way along the road with a quiet tension. Iclyn could palpably feel, and was ashamed that she was likely the cause of it. Her teasing, as innocent as she thought it was, clearly had effected something. They weren't speaking and giggling as they normally did. Had she taken it too far.<br/><br/>"Wren, I..." Iclyn began as they came upon a wagon. Moving to the side to make way, Iclyn caught a glance of a woman inside the wagon, human and utterly gorgeous. Wait, is that...?<br/><br/>"Wren, look," Iclyn grabbed her halfling friend's shoulder and turned her to look at the human woman. That had to be her, Iclyn thought. The woman who was hanged, the woman Seraphina was talking about!<br/>