<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Kyla_Thumb.JPG)</div><br/>Kyla<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 14 (adventurer's garb)<br/>hp 6<br/><br/>Passive Perception +12<br/>Stealth +4<br/></div></div><br/>She accepted the healing potions with nothing more than a nod.  A short glance to the waiting party showed her that there would be some competition on their heels soon enough, and probably passing them with those long legs.  Good thing they were getting a head start.  She allowed her eyes to wander over her small party of four (soon to be five when Narrow caught up).  They'd make a decent enough group.  Majet, she knew, would make a superb bulwark, and with her own magic, supplementing Tess's agility.  The priest, she knew nothing about, but having divine magic on their hands would be a huge bonus, and she'd already seen his healing capabilities.  When Narrow joined, they'd even have the long range component.  All told, not a bad group.<br/><br/>As they stepped away from the testing area, Kyla gestured almost haphazardly, and her Mother bobbed along in the air behind her, eyes and teeth gleaming with the licking illusory flames that would cast a bright enough light to read by at night.  The magic wouldn't last much longer than an hour, but no one else needed to know that except for her companions.<br/><br/>"Well met, priest of Abadar.  As has been mentioned, my name is Kyla, and we two share something of a mindset.  I harness the powers arcane, and my knowledge of the body.  The unlearned call it necromancy.  I call it Science!"  She hurried as best she could, burdened slightly by her additional kit, but they would prove their worth in time.  "Already my research has borne fruit.  Between my own learning, and the knowledge granted by my Mother," her hand gestured to the bobbing flaming skull that followed along behind her like a child's toy, " I have already learned enough of how the body works to take control of the minor undead we might encounter.  With time and practice, my power will only grow further."<br/><br/>In her usual torrent of explanation, Kyla once again blithely ignored her own history, not really wanting to divulge that she had already been the target of a lynch mob once in her young life.  Certain folks were less understanding than these had been.  "What of yourself, sir?  We can't just go about calling you Priest.  At least do us the favour of your name, that we might know to whom we may end up owing our very lives."