You all ride with the Triaxian to Spurhorn. As you fly to the fortress, you see a large army outside laying siege to it. The warrior gives sentries standing guard the passcode for you to be allowed in. As the rider lands and enters the fortress, the defenders welcome the rider and mount back with a cheer. They also express a great deal of curiosity about the presence of outsiders, but fortunately the Triaxian who took you here vouches for you, you're welcomed into the fortress and allowed to spend the night in the guest quarters. The next morning, you are taken to a conference room so that you see the commander and his senior officers.
"I am Commander Pharamol." A Triaxian male that's wearing a breastplate and is armed with a sword and a longbow says. "One of my best scouts has told me that you outsiders have come from a long way to assist in the defense of this fortress. Now I will admit to needing every capable warrior I can get, but I can't entrust this fortress to people I know nothing about. So tell me, who are you, where are you from, what experience do you have with battle, and why have you decided to join our cause?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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All the teleporting she had started getting used to because it was brief, and sometimes came with feelings of euphoria. But this? Flying? Jirel does not quite remember the necessity for it before. She was quite content walking the days on her feet. But alas, there she was, convinced to soar above the tree tops. The barbarian's strong arms clung around Rose's waist, hoping not to squeeze the air out of her as she hid her face in the firbolg's back. She refused to look down.
Upon dismount, Jirel would fight the surge of nausea and dizziness. She'd do her best to hold her posture tall and strong, but the colour had already gone from her face. It's fine. I'm fine. The goliath would be sucking in breaths, pushing through her waves of discomfort. A couple times she'd bring a hand in a fist to her mouth to try and stifle a gag before putting it back on her hip. "Yep. Super fun." She'd try to say, but would barely squeak.
Deception: 14
At least they had the night to recover. Maybe she'd eventually regain her appetite.
The next morning Jirel would follow the others to the conference room in her usual silence. The colour had returned to her skin and the barbarian carried herself with her usual strength. The atmosphere here, along with 'surviving' yesterday's trip (no thanks to her own bravery), also added to the stoic nature of her stride. The blonde would hold herself strong and firm in front of the Triaxian commander.
She'd wait for the others to introduce themselves first, as they carried the reason for why they were here. But should Pharamol look to her for her introduction, holding the freshly sharpened blade Rose had gifted her at her side, Jirel would oblige. "Jirel Nalakekali, exiled Blade Warrior of the Nalekekali Ursae Majoris Clan. I've only known, and have continued to commit my body and blade to serve as a weapon in defense of those who welcome what protection I can provide." She'd respond simply and honestly. Basically an 'I'm with them'.
"Oh, wonderful, I love interviews."Jasun muttered. "The last one went so well."
Alright. Let's get this over with. "Hello, my friend. I am Jasun Halifax. We all come from a planet called Golarion. At least, I think we all do."he says, thinking. "Orbits a big yellow star? Certainly you must of heard of it. Well, at any rate, I am actually a scholar, a professor, if you will - i'm not too much of a fighter, but it seems all i've been DOING since meeting these lovely people you see here - i've been doing almost nothing but fighting."
"As to why we're here, i'll let someone more qualified explain that."he smiled.
During the ride over, Rose is sure to keep at least one hand on top of Jirel's, who had been clinging at her waist. She didn't mind it by any means, she only hoped that it was helping the goliath push through the unease of the flight. On disembarkment and with a passive insight of 19, Rose can tell Jirel wasn't doing so hot and was trying her very best to mask it. "You did great, Jirel." Rose says softly, hoping to bring up her spirits, even just a little bit. "No one else is feeling sick are they?" She would ask the others, and had no one had any complaints, she would look back to Jirel with a small smile. "Let's get some rest, okay?"
Rose is visibly uncomfortable with the idea of introducing herself to the room of very important looking people. It was a task so simple, yet difficult to someone who was as socially starved as she was. She shuffles and fidgets constantly, gnawing at her bottom lip as she racks her brain for something to say. Just listen to what the others say, you'll be fine, she tries telling herself, but on the other hand another voice berates her with questions; What if you say something they don't like? What if you're not worthy enough? The last time you tried hitting a wall of ice, a still target, and you failed, so what makes you think you can help them? Her head in hung low as she fumbles with the hem of her cloak, hoping to repress any more visual indications that she is not okay with this.
For a moment, she wishes she had Jasun's silver tongue. Talking looked to be so easy for him. He never looked to have second guessed himself when it came to talking, to anyone, for that matter. Talking was second nature. She envied him for it.
When it came her turn to speak, she has to fight through the knot in her throat to get out even just a small squeak. "Rose." She refuses to look at any of them. "I-I-I... heal." And that was it.
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Jirel really did try to mask her fear of flying, but it was no surprise Rose saw right through it. The poor soul had to suffer through her cowardice. The barbarian would have been sure to have lost her lunch and passed out on the flight over if it wasn't for the comfort Rose provided her. Deep down the goliath hoped she didn't ruin the clerics fun if she was one to enjoy that type of scenery. A hint of her could understand the appeal. A part of her was tempted. But in the end Jirel was not strong enough to look. It she had to admit it, deep down, she didn't hate the experience. But she wasn't rushing off to do it again either. The blonde would provide Rose with an embarrassed smile. "Rest... would be great." Jirel looked forward to resting on solid ground.
Jirel would simply rest a hand on Rose's shoulder to try to provide the same comfort to relieve her anxieties. She need not share more than she's comfortable. Being judged by a group could be intimidating no matter who you were. And the barbarian showed her weakness first thing yesterday. They were there together as a team, and everyone here had their rightful place here as a warrior in this room. She'd give Rose's shoulder a gentle squeeze. You did good, Rose.
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During the ride over, Zaf's answer had merely been to smile with his eyes and carefully unfold the wings just enough to emphasize a point. Though it would warm the heart, and guard against the build up of tension from later the same day.
Weal or Woe Roll for the Day: 4. (Results: Woe)
At the meeting the day after, Zaf kept quiet initially, prefering to let others do the talking while he kept a close eye on their host. Even if it was likely too late to back out uninjured or hindered by the commander or his forces, as serving some "evil" might not go over so good with most, the Owlackocra preferred to be as mentally prepared as possible. The very same reason that he had with increasing frequenty snatched up moments to study his star map.
"Psst! Seraphina? I don't think euphemisms are appropriate for a meeting of this sort." Zaf finally chimes in, having very poorly but very intentionally tried to whisper over to the polearm wielding master. And though it likely earned him a glare in return, he just smiled back in a look, before turning his attention to the commander. "I am Zaf, and while I would not claim to be a warrior as well, we've all been through enough fights that the title would not be entirely untrue for us all. As for where I'm from, I do not know with certainty beyond the world Golarion itself. But we wish to join as we believe that doing so will help us find an... entity said to be Baby Yaga's son. And the clues we've been given so far to help, though you and yours may not know of any Yaga, has led us to believe aiding you and yours will keep us on that trail. Starting with this two-headed eagle you are said to possess."
"I don't know of any Baba Yaga, or her son, but it's interesting that you come to me seeking the eagle. Months ago, an elderly woman from a village in our holding came to me with the eagle, as a gesture of gratitude for my defending these lands from the dragons. I thought it odd, but I did not want to hurt her feelings, so I accepted it anyway. I've kept it as a pet, but my partner Amerenth thinks that it's more than it seems. I will give you the eagle if you help us break the siege of Spurhorn. Does that sound like a fair deal to you?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Jirel's brows would drop at the realization she was wrong on the initial insinuation of what eagle the group was talking about. At Pharamol's offer and Sera's clear response, the barbarian would offer a grunt and a nod in support.
Rose felt comfort in Jirel's touch, not needing to hear her speak to know she was trying to support the firbolg in silence. It helped ease her nerves, able to release a small sigh after swallowing the knot that forced her to be quiet. She merely nods along with the others in response to the commanders question.
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"Very well then." You are permitted to stay in the guest quarters. The next few days are uneventful, but tense as you stand on the battlements. It's at the dawn of the fourth day when the assault begins. Commander Pharamol assigns you to the western parapets to counter the rush. As you approach, you see the defenders struggling against barbarians when a Frost Drake flies up and decimates the defenders with its icy breath. The attackers spot you and begin to advance. Roll for initiative.
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Fighting makes me sad: 18
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Cosmic Omen. You learn to use your star map to divine the will of the cosmos. Whenever you finish a long rest, you can consult your star map for omens. When you do so, roll a d6. You gain one of the following possible omens based on whether you rolled an even number or an odd number on the d6:
Weal (even). Whenever a creature you can see within 30 feet of you makes an attack roll, a saving throw, or an ability check, you can use your reaction to roll a d6 and add the number rolled to the total.
Woe (odd). Whenever a creature you can see within 30 feet of you makes an attack roll, a saving throw, or an ability check, you can use your reaction to roll a d6 and subtract the number rolled from the total.
You can use this reaction a number of times equal to your Wisdom modifier, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.
Zafnitiative: 18.
"Those drakes have no idea what their getting into now."Zaf rather confidently says while readying to meet the advance.
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Axe smash: 11
Jirel had spent the uneventful days pacing in anticipation for battle when she wasn't sharpening her axe or finding some way to train. Alas, relief came to the warrior mid morning practice. They were summoned.
A sheen of sweat coated the goliath's skin and a low throaty growl rumbled from her core. The blonde arrived with a toothly grin, warmed up and ready to brawl. She'll drum her fingers against the hilt of her axe as she'd lift it from her shoulder to shift into an attack stance. "Let's play!" Jirel would command as she'd grip her axe with a familiar flex, sending her muscles rippling beneath her hardened skin.
BA: Rage
And with a brandish of her axe, Jirel would kick off to spar with the pair of barbrians.
You all ride with the Triaxian to Spurhorn. As you fly to the fortress, you see a large army outside laying siege to it. The warrior gives sentries standing guard the passcode for you to be allowed in. As the rider lands and enters the fortress, the defenders welcome the rider and mount back with a cheer. They also express a great deal of curiosity about the presence of outsiders, but fortunately the Triaxian who took you here vouches for you, you're welcomed into the fortress and allowed to spend the night in the guest quarters. The next morning, you are taken to a conference room so that you see the commander and his senior officers.
"I am Commander Pharamol." A Triaxian male that's wearing a breastplate and is armed with a sword and a longbow says. "One of my best scouts has told me that you outsiders have come from a long way to assist in the defense of this fortress. Now I will admit to needing every capable warrior I can get, but I can't entrust this fortress to people I know nothing about. So tell me, who are you, where are you from, what experience do you have with battle, and why have you decided to join our cause?"
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All the teleporting she had started getting used to because it was brief, and sometimes came with feelings of euphoria. But this? Flying? Jirel does not quite remember the necessity for it before. She was quite content walking the days on her feet. But alas, there she was, convinced to soar above the tree tops. The barbarian's strong arms clung around Rose's waist, hoping not to squeeze the air out of her as she hid her face in the firbolg's back. She refused to look down.
Upon dismount, Jirel would fight the surge of nausea and dizziness. She'd do her best to hold her posture tall and strong, but the colour had already gone from her face. It's fine. I'm fine. The goliath would be sucking in breaths, pushing through her waves of discomfort. A couple times she'd bring a hand in a fist to her mouth to try and stifle a gag before putting it back on her hip. "Yep. Super fun." She'd try to say, but would barely squeak.
Deception: 14
At least they had the night to recover. Maybe she'd eventually regain her appetite.
The next morning Jirel would follow the others to the conference room in her usual silence. The colour had returned to her skin and the barbarian carried herself with her usual strength. The atmosphere here, along with 'surviving' yesterday's trip (no thanks to her own bravery), also added to the stoic nature of her stride. The blonde would hold herself strong and firm in front of the Triaxian commander.
She'd wait for the others to introduce themselves first, as they carried the reason for why they were here. But should Pharamol look to her for her introduction, holding the freshly sharpened blade Rose had gifted her at her side, Jirel would oblige. "Jirel Nalakekali, exiled Blade Warrior of the Nalekekali Ursae Majoris Clan. I've only known, and have continued to commit my body and blade to serve as a weapon in defense of those who welcome what protection I can provide." She'd respond simply and honestly. Basically an 'I'm with them'.
just an unstable unicorn.
"Oh, wonderful, I love interviews." Jasun muttered. "The last one went so well."
Alright. Let's get this over with. "Hello, my friend. I am Jasun Halifax. We all come from a planet called Golarion. At least, I think we all do." he says, thinking. "Orbits a big yellow star? Certainly you must of heard of it. Well, at any rate, I am actually a scholar, a professor, if you will - i'm not too much of a fighter, but it seems all i've been DOING since meeting these lovely people you see here - i've been doing almost nothing but fighting."
"As to why we're here, i'll let someone more qualified explain that." he smiled.
During the ride over, Rose is sure to keep at least one hand on top of Jirel's, who had been clinging at her waist. She didn't mind it by any means, she only hoped that it was helping the goliath push through the unease of the flight. On disembarkment and with a passive insight of 19, Rose can tell Jirel wasn't doing so hot and was trying her very best to mask it. "You did great, Jirel." Rose says softly, hoping to bring up her spirits, even just a little bit. "No one else is feeling sick are they?" She would ask the others, and had no one had any complaints, she would look back to Jirel with a small smile. "Let's get some rest, okay?"
Rose is visibly uncomfortable with the idea of introducing herself to the room of very important looking people. It was a task so simple, yet difficult to someone who was as socially starved as she was. She shuffles and fidgets constantly, gnawing at her bottom lip as she racks her brain for something to say. Just listen to what the others say, you'll be fine, she tries telling herself, but on the other hand another voice berates her with questions; What if you say something they don't like? What if you're not worthy enough? The last time you tried hitting a wall of ice, a still target, and you failed, so what makes you think you can help them? Her head in hung low as she fumbles with the hem of her cloak, hoping to repress any more visual indications that she is not okay with this.
For a moment, she wishes she had Jasun's silver tongue. Talking looked to be so easy for him. He never looked to have second guessed himself when it came to talking, to anyone, for that matter. Talking was second nature. She envied him for it.
When it came her turn to speak, she has to fight through the knot in her throat to get out even just a small squeak. "Rose." She refuses to look at any of them. "I-I-I... heal." And that was it.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Jirel really did try to mask her fear of flying, but it was no surprise Rose saw right through it. The poor soul had to suffer through her cowardice. The barbarian would have been sure to have lost her lunch and passed out on the flight over if it wasn't for the comfort Rose provided her. Deep down the goliath hoped she didn't ruin the clerics fun if she was one to enjoy that type of scenery. A hint of her could understand the appeal. A part of her was tempted. But in the end Jirel was not strong enough to look. It she had to admit it, deep down, she didn't hate the experience. But she wasn't rushing off to do it again either. The blonde would provide Rose with an embarrassed smile. "Rest... would be great." Jirel looked forward to resting on solid ground.
Jirel would simply rest a hand on Rose's shoulder to try to provide the same comfort to relieve her anxieties. She need not share more than she's comfortable. Being judged by a group could be intimidating no matter who you were. And the barbarian showed her weakness first thing yesterday. They were there together as a team, and everyone here had their rightful place here as a warrior in this room. She'd give Rose's shoulder a gentle squeeze. You did good, Rose.
just an unstable unicorn.
Sera crosses her arms. "Seraphina, from Irrisen in Golarion, been fighting since I was a teen, and we want to see your eagle after helping out."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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During the ride over, Zaf's answer had merely been to smile with his eyes and carefully unfold the wings just enough to emphasize a point. Though it would warm the heart, and guard against the build up of tension from later the same day.
Weal or Woe Roll for the Day: 4. (Results: Woe)
At the meeting the day after, Zaf kept quiet initially, prefering to let others do the talking while he kept a close eye on their host. Even if it was likely too late to back out uninjured or hindered by the commander or his forces, as serving some "evil" might not go over so good with most, the Owlackocra preferred to be as mentally prepared as possible. The very same reason that he had with increasing frequenty snatched up moments to study his star map.
"Psst! Seraphina? I don't think euphemisms are appropriate for a meeting of this sort." Zaf finally chimes in, having very poorly but very intentionally tried to whisper over to the polearm wielding master. And though it likely earned him a glare in return, he just smiled back in a look, before turning his attention to the commander. "I am Zaf, and while I would not claim to be a warrior as well, we've all been through enough fights that the title would not be entirely untrue for us all. As for where I'm from, I do not know with certainty beyond the world Golarion itself. But we wish to join as we believe that doing so will help us find an... entity said to be Baby Yaga's son. And the clues we've been given so far to help, though you and yours may not know of any Yaga, has led us to believe aiding you and yours will keep us on that trail. Starting with this two-headed eagle you are said to possess."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Jasun blinked, smiling. "I don't think that's what she was implying, my bird friend."
"I don't know of any Baba Yaga, or her son, but it's interesting that you come to me seeking the eagle. Months ago, an elderly woman from a village in our holding came to me with the eagle, as a gesture of gratitude for my defending these lands from the dragons. I thought it odd, but I did not want to hurt her feelings, so I accepted it anyway. I've kept it as a pet, but my partner Amerenth thinks that it's more than it seems. I will give you the eagle if you help us break the siege of Spurhorn. Does that sound like a fair deal to you?"
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Sera nods, ignoring the entire eagle quip situation. "Sure, sounds good."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Jirel's brows would drop at the realization she was wrong on the initial insinuation of what eagle the group was talking about. At Pharamol's offer and Sera's clear response, the barbarian would offer a grunt and a nod in support.
just an unstable unicorn.
Rose felt comfort in Jirel's touch, not needing to hear her speak to know she was trying to support the firbolg in silence. It helped ease her nerves, able to release a small sigh after swallowing the knot that forced her to be quiet. She merely nods along with the others in response to the commanders question.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
"Sure." Jasun agrees. "Can't have too many birds." he says. "Snakes, on the other hand.." he trails off.
"Very well then." You are permitted to stay in the guest quarters. The next few days are uneventful, but tense as you stand on the battlements. It's at the dawn of the fourth day when the assault begins. Commander Pharamol assigns you to the western parapets to counter the rush. As you approach, you see the defenders struggling against barbarians when a Frost Drake flies up and decimates the defenders with its icy breath. The attackers spot you and begin to advance. Roll for initiative.
Drakelands Barbarian1:15
Drakelands Barbarian2:20
Frost Drake:15
Nadya:7
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Jasun: 3
"Welp." he sighs. "Time for a drink, then."
Here we go again: 17
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Fighting makes me sad: 18
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Weal or Woe for the day!: 2. (Weal!)
Cosmic Omen. You learn to use your star map to divine the will of the cosmos. Whenever you finish a long rest, you can consult your star map for omens. When you do so, roll a d6. You gain one of the following possible omens based on whether you rolled an even number or an odd number on the d6:
Weal (even). Whenever a creature you can see within 30 feet of you makes an attack roll, a saving throw, or an ability check, you can use your reaction to roll a d6 and add the number rolled to the total.
Woe (odd). Whenever a creature you can see within 30 feet of you makes an attack roll, a saving throw, or an ability check, you can use your reaction to roll a d6 and subtract the number rolled from the total.
You can use this reaction a number of times equal to your Wisdom modifier, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.
Zafnitiative: 18.
"Those drakes have no idea what their getting into now." Zaf rather confidently says while readying to meet the advance.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Axe smash: 11
Jirel had spent the uneventful days pacing in anticipation for battle when she wasn't sharpening her axe or finding some way to train. Alas, relief came to the warrior mid morning practice. They were summoned.
A sheen of sweat coated the goliath's skin and a low throaty growl rumbled from her core. The blonde arrived with a toothly grin, warmed up and ready to brawl. She'll drum her fingers against the hilt of her axe as she'd lift it from her shoulder to shift into an attack stance. "Let's play!" Jirel would command as she'd grip her axe with a familiar flex, sending her muscles rippling beneath her hardened skin.
BA: Rage
And with a brandish of her axe, Jirel would kick off to spar with the pair of barbrians.
Attack 1: 23 Damage: 10 + 3 Rage
Attack 2: 19 Damage: 11 + 3 Rage
just an unstable unicorn.
Jirel(21),DrakelandsBarbarian2(20)(98)Zaf(18),Rose(18),Seraphina(17),DrakelandsBarbarian1(15)(136)FrostDrake(15)(84),Nadya(7),Jasun(3)
Barbarian2 recklessly attacks Jasun and Seraphina!
On Jasun
Attack: 19 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
On Seraphina
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
Jirel(21),DrakelandsBarbarian2(20)(98)Zaf(18),Rose(18),Seraphina(17),DrakelandsBarbarian1(15)(136)FrostDrake(15)(84),Nadya(7),Jasun(3)
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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