https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/011/605/598/large/hoang-l-p-solan-nymphm-lv1-finalsmall.jpg?1530456207<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/011/605/598/large/hoang-l-p-solan-nymphm-lv1-finalsmall.jpg?1530456207)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Satora Mistwinter<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Uniform<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Social Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8<strong>AC:</strong>13 (15 vs humanoids)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Satora as usual woke up early. The less her fellow students, especially her roommates saw her get ready the better. But she knew it was impossible to keep what she really was a secret in the long-term. Although she looked like an elf, she was in fact a nymph. At least a very young one, one that had not come into her full powers yet. Another reason why she was chosen as an Emissary to the material place. To serve as a bridge later between the Fey and human. However for the moment, she would learn all she can of them.<br/><br/>Already dressed in her school uniform, she was holding a cup of tea that she had made to her table when she heard the loud voice make an announcement. She wondered who or what it was when the ground shook, sending some various items, such as cooking utensils, cups and pans to the floor. She however went with the flow, moving in tandem with the tremor. More importantly, spilled not a drop of her tea. Curious, she headed towards the window to have a look. The sight shocked her. They have shifted somewhere. Somewhere she did not recognise. It was about this time that her roommate Ophelia walked out of her room.<strong>“Ophelia! Put something on...we are somewhere else I think and it does not bode well for us. Now is not the time to be half-dressed.”</strong>