<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hPHTR53.jpg)<br/><strong>Acantha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288094.msg14157698#msg14157698)</strong></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 24/24; <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +3; <strong>Investigation</strong> +4 (Darkvision 60')<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Abyssal, Common, Draconic, Elvish, Infernal, Deep Speech <br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Light Crossbow +4 (1d8+2), Dagger +4 (1d4+2)<br/><br/><strong>Pact Magic:</strong><br/>Cantrips: Mage Hand, Prestidigitation <br/>1st Level Known: Hellish Rebuke, Protection from Good and Evil, Unseen Servant<br/>Slots: 2/2 1st Level<br/><br/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/>Cantrips: Guidance, Sacred Flame, Word of Radiance<br/>1st: Bless, Command, Cure Wounds, Guiding Bolt, Identify, Sanctuary <br/>Slots: 2/2 1st Level </div></div><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"I haven't seen any bats." Acantha said, which she found a bit weird on its own considering how gloomy and creepy everything seemed. It was the sort of place you'd expect to see bats flitting about above. But nothing. It was just typical for her that<em>not</em>seeing a bat would be what creeped her out.<br/><br/>She listened to Markavio as the old man explained his take on things. He sounded a lot like some of her instructors, saying in fancy and proper ways what could have been said in less words simply. Not that she wasn't prone to verbose and flowery language herself but she tended to save it for gothic poetry night. She was a bit concerned as he too seemed to be missing his animal companion. She glanced back at Cherish. "Is your bat a familiar too?" She asked. She was a bit taken back by this, the woman didn't seem like the sort of be a magic user.<br/><br/>"So, something in this land doesn't like holy prayer, and is affecting magical familiars." She glanced at the wolf. "Please keep a close eye on that thing and make sure he doesn't suddenly become rabid or wild." She shivered a bit at the thought.<br/><br/>Things were truly screwy when she said nothing about one of them being completely naked. Normally this would be the center of attention and receive considerable interest. Today though, today it was just too creepy and weird to care about one of the guys she woke up near hanging dong in the morning. He didn't seem to have much to ad otherwise.<br/><br/>She saw Alexander take off down the road. She would have suggested doing it but didn't truly mind him just deciding to do it on his own. Even though she did call out "Wait!" And hop-skip to catch up to him so that he wasn't walking alone or leaving them behind. "Well, I suppose he's right, come on everyone." She beckoned them to follow and then took off, walking side by side with the gravedigger.<br/><br/>"As for me, for those who didn't hear me yesterday or a few days before I'm Acantha de Rollo Obsidia Daemonblest Wei of Waterdeep, no I don't expect you to remember all that just Acantha is fine. I'm returning to my studies at Mystara's School there, I've dabbled in a few magics but I have determined to devote myself to the Goddess of Knowledge." She didn't feel the need to say<em>what</em>magics she'd dabbled in. Considering the attention a simple holy cantrip had drawn she was a little more nervous than usual to draw the attention of the great old one that lurked in her mind sometimes.<br/><br/>"I'm really more of a student than an adventurer or anything like that." She said quickly. Hoping the implied 'please don't let me die' was enough.