<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 21/21, <strong>Armor</strong>: 2 <hr/></div></div>Good old bounty-hunting. Some might have called it a heroic quest to keep dark magic out of power-hungry hands, but really -- they were going after a criminal for the reward. And the thrill of the chase, of course, which was always pleasing to Nuria.<br/><br/>Except, of course, when she had been forced to cover up every inch of her glorious form to keep the rock-dust from wrecking even her dusky skin -- heat wasn't ever a problem, but this sand was. If people graded sand, this type would certainly go under 'coarse'. To prevent this, Nuria had  thrown completely and utterly unremarkable rags on, grey and brown mottling together into one unsightly androgynous figure that could very well have been hiding a walking skeleton under it for all anyone could tell of what was underneath. Except, of course for her beautiful and dangerous-looking eyes, always lit with a reflection of the flame that sustained her.<br/><br/>She had been and still was using her newly acquired metal staff as a walking stick -- the closest they had in their group to nature folks like druids or rangers was Phelypsis and she just so happened to hate the rock desert with a passion, so it had fallen to persevering Nuria to lead the walk. She kept using her fancy new rod to check the ground whenever it looked like it might be dangerous -- narrow ledges and thin rock bridges and many other perilous paths they had taken which had forced her to take up the practice. She had even attached bells to the tip to make it easier to stay in line when the wind was getting bad.<br/><br/>Sydney was with them again and Nuria was glad of it -- after all, she was very useful. And the fiery woman intended to get some payback for the sorceress' continued teasing sooner rather than later. The fox-woman had joined them this time -- Yula, whom Nuria didn't know too well, but well enough to know that the fox had an infuriating habit of holding back -- whether on information or in combat.<br/><br/>There was a fifth member to their group this  time. Nuria wasn't entirely sure whether she would actually be useful, especially under these harsh conditions, but the healer had insisted on coming along -- Eisa had never been on any of their mission before and she venerated a water god, of all things! Maybe she was hoping to bring some of her blessing to the desert, but that also just so happened to be one of the places with the least amount of water -- thus, by the firewielder's reckoning, also one where a water god would be at their weakest.<br/><br/>Jacca's Ridge looked … actually, rather boring to Nuria. Sure, people here were hard and probably dangerous, but their suspicious looks and her rags had her in a sour mood. "Time to find a watering hole," she announced loudly to the others, peering about.<br/><br/>One of the buildings nearby had the looks of a tavern, so the Godlike pointed towards it with her hand and was about to start walking when for once someone else passed by near to them without rushing along or misgiving looks -- indeed, the robed woman seemed to ignore them with an almost regal lack of effort, perhaps because of the two guards at each of her sides.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/15/44/cc/1544ccc6875920dc682610a2b165b8e8.jpg)<br/><em>A beautiful woman with regal and mysterious looks.</em><br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f6/0b/a0/f60ba0fa4537d966f08a768c0138902b.jpg)<br/><em>A masked guard to her right.</em><br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/af/e5/dc/afe5dcbc1b121e50d710a17de923b268.jpg)<br/><em>Another masked guard to her left.</em></div><br/>Unbeknowest to our good Delvers, their masked appearance identifies them as<em>Jacca  Savashi</em>, a clan of nomadic sand warriors who are held in strangely high regard for what is, essentially, banditry. The woman was the daughter of their chieftain, a clever bandit princess with ambitions to succeed her father sooner rather than later.<br/><br/><hr/><em><del>Seeking</del> Running into potential assistance in Jacca's Ridge</em><br/>At 2017-01-26 04:56:23, Nuria  (uid: 38603) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99469)[<br/><br/><em>There we go! I hope I'm not overreaching there -- and that getting dragged into her plans works for complications (and she could always still steal a kiss!).<br/></em>