Floressa is a seemingly middle aged human woman with olive skin. She has long and wavy brown hair that is tied together at the small of her back, her face has some wrinkles and freckles on it around her hazel eyes. A gleam of plate mail is visible under the furs wrapping themselves around her frame. After hearing what the dwarf had to say, she takes out a copper brazer and some herbs and starts a ritual of some sort, her eyes scanning other coloured individuals, finally stopping on the green crew. "This does not sound like much of a fun time."
Floressa is a seemingly middle aged human woman with olive skin. She has long and wavy brown hair that is tied together at the small of her back, her face has some wrinkles and freckles on it around her hazel eyes. A gleam of plate mail is visible under the furs wrapping themselves around her frame. After hearing what the dwarf had to say, she takes out a copper brazer and some herbs and starts a ritual of some sort, her eyes scanning other coloured individuals, finally stopping on the green crew. "This does not sound like much of a fun time."
Raja is a bit of an odd figure. He is bald and quite short for, at a glance, human. But any look for more than a second notes the scars across his skin, and the mismatched skin tones. His ears are jagged along the side, almost like someone cut them up. Colorful, if a bit painful to look at, shirt and jewelry adorn his person, perhaps purposefully drawing attentionbaway from his face. Or maybe he just has no fashion sense.
"It's not like we have a choice. But it sounds fun." He says with a smirk.
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Yormorn looks impassively over his assigned "team", a strange crew to be sure. Then again he is no lesson in normality himself.
Standing 6' tall and muscular, Yormorn looks less fey than most Eladrin do. Short fire red hair matches his eyes as an Eladrin locked in his Summer appearance. A slight shimmer around his body flickers in and out, as if he is not entirely present while he considers his actions. "We will win free of this dungeon if it is the last thing I do. I regret that violence will likely be necessary to achieve that goal, but will protect you with my dying breath if I must."
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Three Tree sits scowling around her. She does not like being alone among those she does not know, and does not like being forced to work with those she does not yet trust. She stands 7'4" tall, draped in navy cloak with its hood pulled up, covering her greenish gray skin, symmetrical green body marks, and long straight black hair. Her untrusting white eyes dart around her.
"You. Human one with brazier. You are my teammate, yes? You are good fighter? I will not suffer loss. We must defend each other."
you see a Middle-aged Dark Elf male about 5 1/2' tall with Silver White hair. His face is handsome and striking at the same time as half is light gray and the other is dark gray. His gaze is almost hypnotic. He is wearing dress pants and a long dress coat, vest, shirt and a tie. On his back you see a shield and a longbow. At his side you see a rapier. A small flying black mechanical cat with wings flits about him with glowing green eyes. He motions to the cat which lands on his arm. He takes a tool from his pouch and with a few adjustments the eyes now glow red. He motions to the other red glowing people to move together.
Three Tree's eyes momentarily widen when the owl appears on Floressa's shoulder. "I am Three Tree. This, Oakley." She points to her shoulder as an owl apparates on it. The tiniest of grins appears on Three Tree's face. "Your name?"
A strong, dark skinned human male stands in the shadows, he isn't saying anything, but scans all the different races and beings that have joined this motley crew. Under his black cloak, you can glimpse the sheen of his armor, along with swords at each side. Louie Longclaw is bald with many scars to be seen on the flesh that is not covered. He seems to stand at attention, nothing seeming to move as only his eyes seem to search as he looks for others shrouded in blue flames.
Fauna is lost in thought as she considers the maniacal dwarf's words. She expected to be in competition with the others, but not to fight-to-the-death with them. She is apparently a member of the Red team. Are her teammates competent and resourceful, or reckless and unprepared? Are they honorable or dishonorable? Does the entire party need to survive or just a single member? Will she be forced to do combat with a stranger for her very life? A dozen other questions floated through her mind. Only one thing seemed certain - finding the exit was the best and most logical option.
Her pale green, webbed left hand absent-mindedly strokes the scales of the nearly four-foot long black-banded sea krait wrapped from one upper arm, around her neck, and down the other arm. Her familiar's velvet scales always puts her at ease, reminding her of home along the coast, spending just as much time diving at the reef as on land. Fauna is average height for a half-elf, but her pale green skin and yellow eyes certainly display more of her Aquatic Elven side, but her hazel hair and lack of gills shows she is half human. Despite her small frame, a large backpack seems stuffed with equipment. An ornately decorated hand drum dangles from her belt, as her right hand holds the neck of a bandore.
"Grrrrrrrrrr", Swifty growls as he runs a hand through is mane. "Damn wizards and their games, if I get my claws into him, I'ma shred him to pieces." You see a tall slender man clad in gleaming black mithril plate armor with a gold lion embossed at the chest. A glowing golden rapier at his left hip. and on his right hip is a worn leather bag with an embroidered lion on the front. A large mane of dark brown hair that is quite similar to fur surrounds his vaguely human face. To the untrained eye he might even look like a human with a a strange fashion sense, but clearly he is a shifter. Hanging from his neck is a strange purple crystal that shifts in the light.
"Guess we got no choice, we're a team for now, let's make haste make our move." He moves closer to the other people who are glowing green.
"Tall, medium and small then, we three ladies? And all three of us with owls." A diminutive figure, no more than 3 feet tall appears beside the human and the goliath (Floressa and Three Tree), bowing also to the growling shape-shifter in the mithril plate (Swifty).
"Can't say I like the circumstances. In fact, I'm becoming quite angry thinking about it. But well met nonetheless. Roywyn Inkbow, at your service," the gnome murmurs to the Green team, touching a long, dark-smudged quill at her side that seems to double as a flute.
Despite her scholarly mien, Roywyn appears hardy and nimble for her size, and there is an unexpected feral aspect to her. She wears a strange cloak around her travelling clothes, with no armor to speak of. Visible as weapons are an odd-looking light crossbow along with a longsword, both of which look impossibly large for her. Most notably, she is not walking on the ground but instead perched on a flying broom so that her head is of a height with the human, though below the towering goliath.
She too has an owl on her shoulder (having cast Find Familiar as a ritual earlier) and she too is casting a spell now, touching a tiny scrap of leather: Mage Armor (cast using pact slot).
If time permits, Roywyn will also drink a vial of antitoxin, offering 3 more vials, one to each of her Green teammates if they need, and then cast another long term (but non-permanent, non-ritual) spell after that.
As Louie hears his name, he looks towards the verdan and raises an eyebrow, "Good. I like winning." He scans the others that are bathed in blue light and sizes them up, and interesting crew for sure. He is ready to get started.
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Floressa is a seemingly middle aged human woman with olive skin. She has long and wavy brown hair that is tied together at the small of her back, her face has some wrinkles and freckles on it around her hazel eyes. A gleam of plate mail is visible under the furs wrapping themselves around her frame. After hearing what the dwarf had to say, she takes out a copper brazer and some herbs and starts a ritual of some sort, her eyes scanning other coloured individuals, finally stopping on the green crew. "This does not sound like much of a fun time."
What are you trying to cast?
Find Familiar
Raja is a bit of an odd figure. He is bald and quite short for, at a glance, human. But any look for more than a second notes the scars across his skin, and the mismatched skin tones. His ears are jagged along the side, almost like someone cut them up. Colorful, if a bit painful to look at, shirt and jewelry adorn his person, perhaps purposefully drawing attentionbaway from his face. Or maybe he just has no fashion sense.
"It's not like we have a choice. But it sounds fun." He says with a smirk.
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
Yormorn looks impassively over his assigned "team", a strange crew to be sure. Then again he is no lesson in normality himself.
Standing 6' tall and muscular, Yormorn looks less fey than most Eladrin do. Short fire red hair matches his eyes as an Eladrin locked in his Summer appearance. A slight shimmer around his body flickers in and out, as if he is not entirely present while he considers his actions. "We will win free of this dungeon if it is the last thing I do. I regret that violence will likely be necessary to achieve that goal, but will protect you with my dying breath if I must."
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Three Tree sits scowling around her. She does not like being alone among those she does not know, and does not like being forced to work with those she does not yet trust. She stands 7'4" tall, draped in navy cloak with its hood pulled up, covering her greenish gray skin, symmetrical green body marks, and long straight black hair. Her untrusting white eyes dart around her.
"You. Human one with brazier. You are my teammate, yes? You are good fighter? I will not suffer loss. We must defend each other."
"You can say that, yeah," she puts the brazier away and a little own poofs out of green smoke on her shoulder.
you see a Middle-aged Dark Elf male about 5 1/2' tall with Silver White hair. His face is handsome and striking at the same time as half is light gray and the other is dark gray. His gaze is almost hypnotic. He is wearing dress pants and a long dress coat, vest, shirt and a tie. On his back you see a shield and a longbow. At his side you see a rapier. A small flying black mechanical cat with wings flits about him with glowing green eyes. He motions to the cat which lands on his arm. He takes a tool from his pouch and with a few adjustments the eyes now glow red. He motions to the other red glowing people to move together.
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Three Tree's eyes momentarily widen when the owl appears on Floressa's shoulder. "I am Three Tree. This, Oakley." She points to her shoulder as an owl apparates on it. The tiniest of grins appears on Three Tree's face. "Your name?"
A strong, dark skinned human male stands in the shadows, he isn't saying anything, but scans all the different races and beings that have joined this motley crew. Under his black cloak, you can glimpse the sheen of his armor, along with swords at each side. Louie Longclaw is bald with many scars to be seen on the flesh that is not covered. He seems to stand at attention, nothing seeming to move as only his eyes seem to search as he looks for others shrouded in blue flames.
"Floressa Shieldbrooke, can call me Flor. This here is Orchid," the owl hoots and Flor feeds it a small thing of food.
Hiqiroth stands tall, his Dragonborn scales glistening like gems each time the light hits him just right.
he stands proud, giving off the air of confident charisma. With each warm breath .
Fauna is lost in thought as she considers the maniacal dwarf's words. She expected to be in competition with the others, but not to fight-to-the-death with them. She is apparently a member of the Red team. Are her teammates competent and resourceful, or reckless and unprepared? Are they honorable or dishonorable? Does the entire party need to survive or just a single member? Will she be forced to do combat with a stranger for her very life? A dozen other questions floated through her mind. Only one thing seemed certain - finding the exit was the best and most logical option.
Her pale green, webbed left hand absent-mindedly strokes the scales of the nearly four-foot long black-banded sea krait wrapped from one upper arm, around her neck, and down the other arm. Her familiar's velvet scales always puts her at ease, reminding her of home along the coast, spending just as much time diving at the reef as on land. Fauna is average height for a half-elf, but her pale green skin and yellow eyes certainly display more of her Aquatic Elven side, but her hazel hair and lack of gills shows she is half human. Despite her small frame, a large backpack seems stuffed with equipment. An ornately decorated hand drum dangles from her belt, as her right hand holds the neck of a bandore.
"Grrrrrrrrrr", Swifty growls as he runs a hand through is mane. "Damn wizards and their games, if I get my claws into him, I'ma shred him to pieces." You see a tall slender man clad in gleaming black mithril plate armor with a gold lion embossed at the chest. A glowing golden rapier at his left hip. and on his right hip is a worn leather bag with an embroidered lion on the front. A large mane of dark brown hair that is quite similar to fur surrounds his vaguely human face. To the untrained eye he might even look like a human with a a strange fashion sense, but clearly he is a shifter. Hanging from his neck is a strange purple crystal that shifts in the light.
"Guess we got no choice, we're a team for now, let's make haste make our move." He moves closer to the other people who are glowing green.
"Tall, medium and small then, we three ladies? And all three of us with owls." A diminutive figure, no more than 3 feet tall appears beside the human and the goliath (Floressa and Three Tree), bowing also to the growling shape-shifter in the mithril plate (Swifty).
"Can't say I like the circumstances. In fact, I'm becoming quite angry thinking about it. But well met nonetheless. Roywyn Inkbow, at your service," the gnome murmurs to the Green team, touching a long, dark-smudged quill at her side that seems to double as a flute.
Despite her scholarly mien, Roywyn appears hardy and nimble for her size, and there is an unexpected feral aspect to her. She wears a strange cloak around her travelling clothes, with no armor to speak of. Visible as weapons are an odd-looking light crossbow along with a longsword, both of which look impossibly large for her. Most notably, she is not walking on the ground but instead perched on a flying broom so that her head is of a height with the human, though below the towering goliath.
She too has an owl on her shoulder (having cast Find Familiar as a ritual earlier) and she too is casting a spell now, touching a tiny scrap of leather: Mage Armor (cast using pact slot).
If time permits, Roywyn will also drink a vial of antitoxin, offering 3 more vials, one to each of her Green teammates if they need, and then cast another long term (but non-permanent, non-ritual) spell after that.
Mud(Paladin2):Frandal's Scourge/Inge(Barbarian1):Krayveneer's After the Fall/Seri(Cleric1/Sorcerer1):Uhtred's Windward Isles/Shin(Wizard2):Dimir_MTG's Surviving
Dyson/Eleo(Cleric3):Vos' Beyond the Veil/Soren(Druid4):Bartjeebus' Ravenloft/Nivi(Rogue3):Raiketsu's CoS/Lyra(Warlock2/Bard2):BlameItOnWinter's Will of the Ancients
Joren(Fighter5):NotDrizzt's Simple Request/Quyen(Adept1):Constance's Nentir Vale/Rel(Warlock2):Uhtred's Phandelver/Xarian(Fighter1/Wizard1):ShieldHero's Drakkenheim
he speaks back mentally “Khats, I’m the dark elf walking up to you.” “My name is Bihari. Now let’s get the red group together “
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As Louie hears his name, he looks towards the verdan and raises an eyebrow, "Good. I like winning." He scans the others that are bathed in blue light and sizes them up, and interesting crew for sure. He is ready to get started.