<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N'trish'ta Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x_zUnbLDkhN5lscU54WR9hNvwFWx_uvDdMHC9diq96c/edit)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Cleric 1<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>8<br/><strong>AC : </strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Svelte and petite, the ebony elfmaid sang a soft, happy song as she passed through the gates.  The brisk breeze rippled her long, thick hair--silky snow white tresses, half of them died ruby red.  Maybe many startled to espy a dark elf walking alone into town.  Maybe hands strayed to the hilts of swords.  Maybe their eyes sought her now, admiring her fine figure and the whimsical armor that bared so much of it.  A copper breastplate that bared a silky expanse of soft young cleavage--not to mention a tight, tiny waist and cute belly button.<br/><br/>A copper holy symbol with gold leaf hung in her cleavage, a channel through which the devoted could call upon Saranrae for blessings, healing, and fire.<br/><br/>The outer curve of her hip was bare, adorned mostly by a copper chain with two swords in scabbards--a light gladius and an elegant scimitar.  High heeled red boots completed the ensemble.<br/><br/>Maybe some with hands on their swords would relax now. This uniform might be known to them.  The Dames of the Dawn were a small militant order devoted to Saranrae--dervish dancers and firebrands who fought for love and justice.  It was not a widespread order--indeed, Saranrae's faith had many other's like it--but they were known friends to the Crusade.  Most veterans could call to mind seeing a heroine of the order at some point or another, a hale young beauty with scimitar in hand, offering a cheerful word, a spell of healing, or a well placed fireball.  A few might have even seen enough of them to have caught the order's trend to attract the smaller women with the courage to fight for the right--even many halflings.  Many were bards, clerics, or paladins, but many less exalted warriors stepped up when Saranrae called.  The Dames of the Dawn did not turn away a girl who came with a sincere desire to oppose evil.  Their dervish dancers favored finesse over brawn, will over station, strength of spirit over strength of arm.<br/><br/>None had ever seen a drow called to that order before, but perhaps it was enough to make these watchful wardens of the peace relax, and drop their hands from their swords.<br/><br/>Soon ruby eyes fell with admiration upon a girl older than she--as humans reckoned things--but very nearly as small.  She wearing an adorable monk's costume in various shades of blue.  The ebony girl smiled, quite appreciative of the other girl's style.<br/><br/><em>I wonder if she wants company...  She looks nervous...</em><br/><br/>"No armor and just a staff?" a lilting voice spoke from behind Murasaki's shoulder.  "You must be very brave."