(http://i.4pcdn.org/tg/1442369342759.jpg)<br/><strong>Raya Vorson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14348383#msg14348383)</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC: 16 HP 70/70 <strong>Spells Active:</strong> Vocal Alteration <strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Skald <strong>Perception:</strong> No <strong>Initative</strong> +1 Spells used: 1 grade I, 0 grade II Bardic Music 21/21 rounds</div></div><br/><strong>Lunescross, coaches<br/>Tag:</strong>Demidicus, primarly.<br/><br/>"Oh, hey there, relieved to see you, no, really. I was starting to wonder if I did a Faux-pas by you know.. trying to ride inside the coach." She shrugged, noting those that had prefered staying outside. The pale vampire-born was not her prefered traveling companion, but given the choices, he wasn't the oddest either.<br/><br/>"So, you're saying predators around these parts are a fair bit like moths, eh?" She couldn't hide a little bit of a smirk and didn't seem all that afraid. Even through her playacted weakness the prospect of danger intrigued rather than intimidated her. "As for gropes, errr.. well, that more depends on the gropee than anything. I'll make sure to stick something sharp into any wiggley hand that I cannot verify doesn't have wicked intentions..." She hesitated and tipped her chin.<br/>"I think I mixed up some grammar there, common is my second language only, then again, you also used an unusual dialect earlier." She mused, again pulling forth her note-paper.<br/><br/>"Also... err.. Mieep.. can we not have, you know..<em>friendly</em>things waiting to ambush us at the roadside? You know, Faeries, Unicorns, I'd go for a group of Satyrs inviting us to food and drink. I'd rather not get any of me chopped off, I think all of my .. err bits are fine where they are. She nodded, adjusting her clothing, more classy and warm than revealing.<br/><br/>"Must be tricky for you, err.. this silver truth. Thinking about it, you could run afoul with either side if you don't watch it." A survivor then. That explained the inflict wand.<br/><br/>She startled sightly as the half-vampire shouted out for.. "That's a large orc." She said, apropriately, when peeking out. Then, as if remembering she was supposed to be good with words, she rephrased herself. "This male of orcine descend is of astonishingly large stature." She peered at the bottle represented to her, sighed a little and sniffed at it.<br/>It smelled pretty weak, even if expensive. Certainly not her kind of drink.<br/><br/>"No sorry, I'm not all that good at holding my liquor.. ehehe."<br/>She<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lied</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Raya rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment: raya lie<br/>Result: 14,<br/>Total: 25</div></div>, scratching the back of her head, while re-evaluating the half-orc. Going by Demidicus words, he had to be a fire-fighter... well, it made sense for a larger town, but it still struck her as oddly.. mundane.