<div class="floatright">(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e43/veraska/tumblr_n1ljujgGmA1t969uco1_1280_zpszastn2n7.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Kristina Daniels</span></strong><br/>Elf Ranger 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261062.msg12890411#msg12890411)<br/>HP 12/12<br/>AC 13 (Leather Bustier and Breeches)<br/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Banquet Hall<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Kristina switched to wine after her second glass of ale and found herself to be enjoying it more than the ale. For food she got a lot of roast beef, a lot of mashed potatoes drenched in gravy, some bread, and a couple of carrots. Kristina loved roast beef and mashed potatoes and found herself very satisfied with the meal as she ate it at a polite pace. She was really hungry and this food was hitting the spot.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12903012#msg12903012">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 13-01-2017, 10:51:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim noticed tension between Jess and Charlotte (and noticed Charlotte was about say something, nothing nice perhaps but decided to be silent about it), albeit he did smile when Kristina came up and felt nice Jess chose to take seat besides himself. Albeit Tim is not expert he can tell there is tension up in the air. He also listened Alistair who spoke quietly for working together he nods and replies (speaking quietly); "True, teamwork is important but teamwork does not work if you cannot build trust and respect to each other. Besides being willing to work with someone. More so what I heard there is no 'healing' magic in this world, you can blast enemy apart with fireball but not cure magically like in most RPG games. Meaning injuries sustained in battle cannot be cured immediately and need sit and rest to recover from them."<br/><br/>Then Jess started make her speech, which made Tim cringe little as Jess forgot very place she is champion in and he adds; "Newgate Jess, Newgate." He likewise raised his ale mug up for cheers as did Kristina, he can agree on sentiment for longer standing friendly relationships but he feels things are fractured a bit. As he sips from the ale mug he hears woman's question (does not know her name but she is pretty) and once he finishes his sip he replies; "Well, I have figured in total three minor magic tricks. Two of them does not need anything besides gesture and word but one needs bit of fleece to work. Magic feels, well, like a spark inside you which you ignite when you speak right words and gestures and feels like goosebump going through your mind and body. At least when I use this minor magic called <em>cantrips</em>.<br/><br/>I got idea of those just deep self-contemplation and through it details of minor magic came to mind, as I had played in several games on tabletop as a wizard and so I concluded I am likely a wizard, and thus wizards ingraine knowlegde of magic so deeply to their minds they can recall it easier and becoming second nature to them. Sorcerers perhaps feel it more instinct based manner than wizards do, sort inner intuition as spells are literally expression of their personalities and thus deeper part of them. As wizard I cannot use more than cantrips without studying a spellbook. Where as sorcerers do not need books ready their higher tier magic."<br/><br/>Tim takes bit of fleece which he had purposefully stored in his trousers pockets from the towels used in baths, rubbing bit on fleece he creates visual display of new year's eve fireworks from London Square in miniature form above the dinning table, most recent memory he had before arriving to new world. It had no noise but as visuals go it was complex and pretty looking as he smiles and says; "But even with cantrips you can do lot fancy stuff with it. One wiser sayings goes; measure wizard by magic they have but measure master of magic by their mastery over cantrips."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kristina watched Tim's fireworks with a smile on her face as she chewed her food before swallowing to speak. "Very cool Tim! On the subject of magic, I think I can do one of those can trip things. It's like a bolt of fire that I shoot at stuff. Something clicked in my brain when you were talking about magic while we were on the road and it made me think I could do it. I haven't tried to do it yet though because I'm afraid I might accidentally start a fire." Kristina then took another bite of roast beef.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12903127#msg12903127">Quote from: Rummy Tum Tum on 13-01-2017, 12:58:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He'd gone pretty damn far in his wine drinking and mindless rutting. His attendant was a mess, laid out oh so comfortably on the bathroom floor, but Gregory managed to wind up with a clean body in the end. Nearing the close of his time in the baths, he took to examining himself and thinking with a clearer-- yet mildly intoxicated-- mind. The only thing that seemed to change about him was his hair. <strong>"That's fuckin' weird."</strong> He smirked, ran his fingers through the smooth brown locks, and continued on in a voice dripping with sarcasm, <strong>"Oh Ackaedes... How dare you change my hairdo?"</strong> Despite his tone, he had grown used to his often matted little afro. <br/><br/>In his ruminations, he found something very important to cling on tightly to: he was out of prison. He would have been in there for the rest of his life, if he was lucky enough not to get killed in some prison gang war or by some enterprising fuckhead who wanted to prove his toughness by taking out a former soldier. And on that subject, if he'd been called Soldier Boy one more fucking time, he would have lost his shit and wound up twice--or more-- a killer, and then most likely dead. <em>'So yeah, bein' out of there's good. But...'</em> One might claim he was reentering the role of a soldier, but he disagreed. He felt more like a goddamn sacrifice, being cleaned and fed before the slaughter. He was fodder for a world and a people he knew very little about. He'd been an atheist for quite some time, but this first encounter with the God kind definitely did not leave the best impression. He took a deep sigh, one that relaxed his shoulders and calmed his nerves. <em>'Fuck it. I'm free. I'm gonna have a good time while I can. And then I'll die.'</em> He paused for a few moments after that potentially sobering last thought, then burst into a small fit of snickering laughter.<br/><br/>While his body was fully satisfied, his mind wasn't. Not quite yet. Maybe some food and a hell of a lot of alcohol would do the trick. And straight answers, he figured, would be just lovely. At the very least, he felt physically relaxed when he-- with some hesitation-- left his new orc friend in the baths and headed to the banquet hall. He entered in the middle of Jessica's speech, and took the nearest seat available. <strong>"Yup, yup, cheerio."</strong> He responded absently, lifting his mug in half-assed celebration of victory and friendship, before drinking down the ale quickly and unceremoniously. He released a breath, relishing the feel of the spirit pushing him further from sobriety. <strong>"Yeah, that'll do nicely. Keep them comin'."</strong> He said with a bright smile in the direction of the servant who'd given him the drink.<br/><br/>He received and began tearing into his plate of beef, potatoes, bread, assorted vegetable, and stew. He would listen for a short while as Tim spoke about magic, but finding none of it resonating with him, he instead turned his attention to High Priest Yahir. In non-middling terms, when first met, that man had had the appearance of someone with a bug up his ass. He was going to call out to him, and to question him about his early departure from their meeting, but was torn from that line of thought when an image filled with fireworks began to dance silently in the air above the table. Distracting as it had been, he had to admit it was entertaining. He only wondered what kind of things he'd be able to do when the time came. <strong>"Cool shit."</strong> He said to Timothy with a thumbs up, before carrying on speaking for anyone to listen in on if they pleased. <strong>"So if this place is anything like Dungeons and Dragons, and I'm probably like a Fighter... I don't play D&amp;D, but I know those are like the basic swords and shields type class. I <em>think</em> I'd prefer fireballs or kung fu prowess, honestly."</strong> With his next words, he shifted his gaze to the High Priest. <strong>But hey, I guess that's just the will of Ackaedes. But I'm sure I'll make just the<em> best</em> meat shield. Certainly the handsomest, wouldn't ya say?"</strong> A wink and click of the tongue accompanied his last statement, and he did not bother to hide the wicked grin belying the disingenuous nature of his flirting.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kristina took a moment to stop eating her food again to talk. "Definitely handsome, but being a meat shield doesn't sound like a good idea to me. You should use a real shield instead of yourself. I'm not sure what type of class I am and I don't know much about Dungeons and Dragons, but I did read the Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and those Eragon book series and those books had magic and dragons in them. " She then went back to eating her food.