Name:Remania crystalsinger
Current emotional state: Relaxed: Bonus to learning new skills. Penalty to short term action
Attributes- Strength:Somewhat weak
- Dexterity: Naturally graceful
- Constitution: Somewhat fragile
- Intelligence: Quite quick-witted
- Wisdom: Reasonably astute
- Charisma: Meek but charming
Skills- Crystal singing: A rare elven skill allowing an artisan to shape a magical crystal seed into whatever shape they desire with their carefully cultivated singing voice. These crystal tools and weapons only temporarily keep their form before reverting to a seed form. Many great elven artifacts were made by crystal singers. The temporary nature of their shape means a master of the craft is required to make any real use of them.
Remania is currently a journeyman singer and can consistently sing the shapes of tools and simple weapons. She still requires a room with carefully built acoustics for anything more advanced than that. - Survival: The skill of navigating the wilderness and foraging for food. Remania currently has basic training surviving in the woods and no other biomes
- Bow proficiency: The skill of using and maintaining bows. Remania is currently proficient only with hunting bows. Lacking the draw strength for anything more powerful
Equipment- Traveling clothes: Rugged, well-crafted clothes that protect the wearer from rough enviroments and bad weather. Does little to protect one from bodily harm in a fight however.
- Hunting bow (10/10 arrows quivered) A hunting bow with a quiver of appropriately sized arrows. Easy to use and sufficient to kill small animals. Unlikely to be much help against larger creatures and armoured targets however.
- Low-grade crystal seed: A seed that can be shaped into a variety of forms by a crystal singer. Impurities in the original crystal and flaws in its craftsmanship cause it to be able to hold a form for an hour at most before reverting. The first seed Remania carved with her own hands
Traits- Elven senses: Remania's senses are stronger than average. Her eyes can see in all but absolute darkness and her ears can hear about twice as far as the human average
- Unaging: Elves are creatures of old magic. They are immune to biological aging but can still die to injury or disease
- Creature of emotion: Elves are highly emotional creatures. Effects based off of emotion. Both positive and negative, affect elves twice as heavily as normal. Similarly, an elf's emotional state has a direct effect on their abilities
Vore traitsRemania hasn't currently awakened any pred or prey instincts within herself. This section is reserved for when she does
"I think I will." Remania spoke with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about... All of this. I thought... I thought you were planning to double-cross me." The waiter reached out to Remania and took her hand. "Dwarves are here right now... Guards were sent to keep them out. We saw the smoke but don't have the people to get involved." The waiter led the tired elf back to her table and assembled a hearthy meal from the provided buffet.
Remania snapped out of her state and got to work on the plate. It wasn't the best meal she had ever eaten. But then the gnolls simply didn't have the lifespan to match the experience of her people. She paused on a filled eggplant and considered she would very likely never taste her mother's cooking again. The waiter put an arm around her shoulder. He seemed quite receptive to her feelings. "We'll find out who did this and help you get your vengeance." He spoke soothingly. Remania looked at him. "You're quite good at talking to people for a waiter... Are you more than just that?" The gnoll nodded. Seems he was also versed in companionship. "I... I would like to have you around for my bath too then."
The gnoll waiter nodded. "I won't disappoint miss." He procaimed confidently. Remania finished her plate soon after. She didn't hesitate in taking seconds and even thirds. Having again been reminded of how hungry she truly really was. The buffet around her was still far from finished though. Something that keft Remania feeling a hint of guilt. At least until she saw a swarm of waiter redistributing what she hadn't finished to other patrons. It seemed to be common practice based on how readily the various patrons fell upon what she hadn't finished
The waiter had gone ahead to prepare her bath some time around her second helping. When Remania caught up with him he was waiting for her in quite a pleasantly surprising manner. Naked and standing next to the tub. Contrary to what he looked like clothed the waiter's body was quite toned if somewhat lithely built for a gnoll. Presumably the females liked their males smaller than them. "Your bath's ready miss." The gnoll spoke. Graciously motioning for Remania to get in the polished wooden tub. The elf happily removed her clothes and obliged. "Come on in... But... Tell me your name first."
The gnoll nodded. "My name Is Karst. Would you tell me yours in return?" The gnoll eagerly got in behind Remania. He had a bar of something in his hand. "I took the liberty of picking out a relaxing herbal soap milady." He submerged the lump in the water. It began fizzingg and soon spread a minty green colour in the water. Remania hovered her arm in it and sighed in relief. The stuff seemed to melt away all her worries and troubles. At least for a moment. "I'm Remania... Karst. I'd like you to wash me." The gnoll nodded. "I expected as much miss... Feel free to nap while I work... I shan't dare take advantage."
The elf smiled and slowly closed her eyes. The gentle hands of the gnoll massaging her throughout. When she awoke she felt deeply cleansed and satisfied. Karst was out of the bathtub and in uniform again. Offering her a towel. Had he been standing there waiting for her to wake up? "Milady. I assume you'd like to finish the rest of your rest in a proper bed miss. You've been given a discreet room in the basement. It's far more comfortable than you'd think."
Remania got out of the bath and looked around as she accepted the towel. "Karst... My clothes?" The gnoll smiled. "I've taken them to be washed miss. I've prepared evening wear for you instead." The elf wasn't sure how to feel about that. She somewhat flet like the gnoll was imposing on her. But then this seemed the sort of establishment where this kind of pampering was par for the course.
She looked at the so-called evening wear and found herself quite surprised by how sparse it was. A fur bra and an open-bottomed loincloth of soft woolcoth and furs. "Karst... Are you implying you'd like to share a bed with me?" The gnoll cocked his head. "If you'd like miss."
Remania wasn't certain of the gnoll's intention. His bestial snout was hard for her mind to read and his reserved posture didn't help matters.