Name:Remania crystalsinger
Current emotional state: Inquisitive: bonus to investigation. Penalty to careful action
Attributes- Strength:Somewhat weak
- Dexterity: Naturally graceful
- Constitution: Somewhat fragile
- Intelligence: Quite quick-witted
- Wisdom: Reasonably astute
- Charisma: Occasionally assertive and 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 traits: none right now Remania nodded at the draconian. He made a good point. Dwarves were notorious for wanting to take care of their own problems. No telling what might happen if she attacked the mercenaries without permission from their mountainhold. "Alright. I'll go with you." She motioned one of the locals over. "Tell Karst I'm going off into the mountains with this draconian." The gnoll nodded and continued onwards into the crowd. Eager to explore more of the marketplace. Remania shrugged. She was quite sure the gnoll would remember mentioning it sooner rather than later. She nodded to the draconian. "We're off then?"
The draconian shook his head. "No. I have to sell off the rest of my wares first. Mind putting that elven smile of yours to some good use? Dragging you along up those mountains won't come for free." Remania nodded. That seemed fair. She moved behind the stall to see if her presence helped in any way.
Unfortunately. It was mostly females that were out right now. Whenever a male caught sight of Remania a female would jealously hog them to herself. The rest of the market day passed with frustration. The draconian was left having sold nothing else. He looked at Remania and shrugged. "Well... You tried. Thanks for the effort. Perhaps one day the females here will respect you too." Remania shuddered and thought back on her confrontation yesterday evening again. "Let's hope I do. Preferably before they eat someone indebted to me."
The draconian cocked his head as he started packing up his stall. "That sounds like quite a bizarre story. Mind telling it to me on the road?" Remania nodded as she helped the old draconian pack up. Remania sighed. "Not so much bizarre as just someone else suffering for my mistakes." She felt like she could tell the draconian the story. By the time she had gotten to the part about the potato salad they were making their way well out of town. At the end of it the draconian looked at her sympathetically. "Reminds me of how I look upon my master... I wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice myself like that guard did for you." Remania looked at him in mild annoyance. It felt like he was missing the point of why she cared so much. Or else he had only partially been listening. "Yes but... I'd like to get him out of that situation."
The draconian looked away from her. "You think you can get strong enough in time to pull that off? Gnolls have terribly short memories. She'll forget why she's keeping him around before too long." Remania cocked her head. "I Think they deserve more credit than that sir." The draconian laughed dismissively. "I suppose an elf like you would try and see the best in those creatures." Remania frowned. There was a nasty undertone in the draconian's voice she didn't like. Perhaps he was sore he hadn't sold anything else after she had approached him? "I'm sure you'll sell your treasures for much more to the dwarves anyway. They're discerning enough you can afford to ask for their true value."
The draconian looked at her. "You could tell I was underselling them?" He sounded somewhat less confident. "Yes... Things are not going well for your home are they?" The draconian silently looked away from her. Some time later as they were in the middle of the forest he spoke again. "It's none of your business... How about to make up for your bad performance selling my stuff you find us a place to safely spend the night." Remania grinned at him and pointed past his head. "That would be right over there." She was pointing to a peculiar tree. "Dryadhome. She knows my village. She'll keep us safe as long as I'm with you." The draconian nodded silently and manouvered his oxen towards the tree. An ethereal feeling entered the air around them as soon as they were close. "So... What's the rules here? No campfires or something?" Remania giggled. "Ah... You're really not at home here are you? Feel free to make a modest campfire. Less undergrowth to deal with when there's another bush fire. They're supposed to happen every now and again. But that doesn't mean they should burn uncontrolled."
The draconian nodded. "Alright... I'll be getting us some firewood then. You impress upon our host that I'd rather not be invaded in my dreams tonight or any of that weird fairy stuff that happens down here." Remania giggled again. She saw it now. The draconian was on edge because he was unfamiliar here. She nodded to the Dryad looking at them both from the branches. She gave a silent thumbs-up showing her she would just ward the dragonkin tonight.
Remania used her time alone to consider how she would carry herself to the draconian for the rest of the journey. She had told him some information. Some of itquite important. Some more of it rather personal.
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Natural charisma and a generally adoring populace. Bartering roll difficulty of 30. Result of 27
Intelligence to appraise the true worth of the draconian's treasures. Difficuly of 50. Result hidden
Survival roll to remember a good campsite. Difficulty of 25; result of 47