<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/Guardian_Druidess.png)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Shara, the Bog-Druid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332178.msg15843903#msg15843903)</span></strong></span><br/><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Druid</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>12<hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15847748#msg15847748">Quote from: Milena's serpent on 08-05-2021, 14:52:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seconds passed as the serpent seemingly considered the meal before him. Then its mouth opened, not to sink its venomous fangs into the unfortunate insect, but to speak. Its voice had a wispy, whispering quality that was simultaneously unsettling and enthralling, though it only spoke in the tongue of the devils. <acronym title="I reject your offer">"Fitytoltu'i"</acronym> Then, apparently having lost interest in the struggling centipede, the snake began crawling back to its spot beneath one of the windows.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Seemingly contented by the response of the infernal serpent, Shara firmly<em>squeezed.</em>The centipede, still thrashing but probably no longer properly<em>alive,</em>was promptly returned to the bowl as the marshwight looked to her master.<br/><br/>Her expression remained detached as the root she had been chewing joined the centipede in the wooden bowl.  She set the bowl aside with a quiet clatter as she unhurriedly left in under the table and stood in deference of the scion of Nox then bowed - the precise thirty degrees that she had been instructed to give, and no more.  "Lord Nox," she offered, then stood by, offering no explanation for the discarded bowl of natural detritus.<br/><br/>Removed from the shadow of the table, the lissome waif revealed herself to be plain in comparison to the haughty nobility of Milena or the brute musculature of Khalrash - but she maintained a zen-like self-possession that seemed at odds with her insect-raking behaviour and enslaved position.  She was clean, cleaner than she'd typically been in the Old Country, and if modesty had not become a priority to her then at least she had taken instruction in how to comport herself - although what pride she seemed to carry seemed less in her service to the House and more to ... something else.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15847874#msg15847874">Quote from: Khaldrash on 08-05-2021, 18:06:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Can't stay here forever. Time's wasting. What's the plan?" Even irritated as he was, the orc flashed a sharp, tusked grin at the prospect of getting underway. "Let's see what's out there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Shara couldn't help and break propriety as she looked up, an eager light in her dark eyes as the Beast said what she was thinking.<em>I need to see to my home.  My home is broken and in pain and it calls to me.</em>