Alerienne Sakharov's page

Alerienne is rather hesitant, since most of the equipment is for others less provisioned than herself, but measures out ten gold crowns to hand over to Oleg. "I suppose that's only fair..."

Alerienne shrugs and says of the cots, "It's really not something you feel a desperate desire for until you've spent at least a couple weeks sleeping outdoors with just your bedroll between you and the hard ground. If we return here regularly to sleep in proper beds, your back might be just fine without it."

Alerienne nods solemnly at Halloran's suggestion of shovels, "Pyres are an acceptable funeral, and help ensure that the poor soul will rest well without returning as a ghoul or zombie, but it's a poor one in the depths of the forest. And of course, they're useful for digging a latrine or unearthing something that's been buried."

She's not as eager as Kira to contribute to the party fund in advance, but agrees, "Of course it would be best to set aside a small portion of anything we find for our common good. There will always be things like my cooking set, where we need only one amongst us, yet we all benefit from it. Why not pool our resources for such purchases? And, should one of us then choose to part ways, we would not be left without a vital resource."

Blushing a bit at having omitted so many things, Alerienne says, "Oh, but I have a canteen, and also a cooking kit you're welcome to use. I'm no great cook, but I often have to cook for myself when travelling from place to place. It's not much, certainly not good for much more than roasting rabbits or making a stew, but it's not like there's going to be very many of us, right? Oh, and of course a mess kit of my own. I guess I just didn't think to list everything since, well..." She shrugs, looking a bit sheepish, "It seemed obvious? Hmm, but do we have an axe for chopping firewood? We'll need some for cooking and warmth, for those of us who do feel the chilling bite of the cold."

Hmm, her skin is a bit darker than I envision, but it's a passingly good likeness for now. If I get the time, I might take a stab at drawing her so everyone can see how I picture her in my head, but it might be better to wait a couple levels and see how she develops as a character first.

Alerienne discusses payment for feed and then goes to see about getting her donkey situated and unpacked for the evening. Returning quickly, she sees that Halloran is going over supplies and asks, "What all might we expect to need? I have a good length of silk rope, a loud signal whistle, and supplies enough for myself, but my tent is really only large enough for one, I'm afraid." Almost as an afterthought, she adds, "And my Lady is generous with blessings of simple water, so we needn't worry about that, only food." A bulge in the pocket of her vest appears to be a compass, which she doesn't volunteer ownership of.

Alerienne freely admits, "It has been quite some time since I have had roast boar, and if this beast is attacking the local hunters, it is probably best he be put down. Personally I find the matter of the kobolds more intriguing, but if they are not doing anything worse than mischief and mayhem, clearly a deadly boar is the greater priority." Turning her attentions to Oleg and Svetlana, she adds, "As for bunking, I have a cot of my own if you are out of beds, I would just like a proper roof instead of a tent for a night, and some fresh feed for my donkey."

Alerienne looks up from the notices as the couple approaches, "Ah! Hello! Our gracious hosts!" Alerienne bows to the couple, then says, "I was hoping to stay the night and perhaps find some warm food before departing with my new friends here. And if there is any way I may be of aid while here, my Lady is a goddess of life as well."

Also a bit confused, but I figured I was in the same group as Elaine, so I went with the flow...

Alerienne will take a look at the postings to the billboard, trying to piece together what might be going on in the area, but honestly a bit put off at the idea of killing a creature just to take a trophy... "What exactly is a tatzlwyrm? Certainly not anything I've ever heard of on the eastern border. Is it an actual wyrm? Like... a dragon of some kind?"

Alerienne listens attentively as Halloran describes the state of affairs in the local area, commenting finally, "I am impressed you have managed to make peaceful overtures towards kobolds and to turn so many bandits away from a life of crime. Oh, how I wish there were someone with such gifts along the eastern border. Centaurs are usually far more friendly than kobolds, yet the relations between them and the hunters who range into old Iobaria..." She sighs and shakes her head sadly, "And of course there's the goblins who come down raiding from the Maw of Karth. But perhaps that is why my Lady has nudged me in this direction, to learn from such excellent examples that there is indeed a way to resolve conflict without snipping short the thread of life. If you are looking for others to accompany you, I'm quite skilled with the bow, though I agree it would be unseemly not to meet with the gracious hosts whose home this trading post is." She then follows Halloran to be introduced to Oleg and Svetlana.

Alerienne curls her right hand into a loose fist and moves it in a spiralling motion over her heart as she hears of Buckwell's poor fate, then returns Halloran's bow, replying, "My Lady guides me to wherever She deems I am needed. I am Alerienne Sakharov, out of eastern Rostland. Well met."

Stepping closer still so as to properly join the conversation, she examines Elaine, Halloran, and Kira, before continuing, "You are... adventurers then? I had heard that the Swordlords had chartered several groups to properly explore and perhaps even settle these lands. I cannot imagine that Regent Noleski would approve, but I am no experienced politician." She smiles and gestures around at the fort, clearly converted to use as a trading post, "It seems that these lands cannot be entirely unsettled if they have goods to trade and people to trade them. Are the locals friendly?"

Alerienne lags a bit behind Kira, as she's travelling on foot, but seems perfectly content in the company of the donkey padding along behind her. Heading in through the gate of the trading post, she looks around, spying the stables and calling out, "Hello there! I'm looking for stabling for my donkey here, and a proper bed for the evening." Her long cloak is a faded shade of once-black, but is pushed back behind her shoulders, showing off a simple shirt of chain mail worn over wool and leather clothes, Pharasma's Spiral dangling from a chain around her neck, the silver shining in the sun.

Approaching the small gathering that seem to have formed and recognizing one as the rider who passed her not an hour before, she tugs on her donkey's leash, urging him to follow her on over to see about lodging.

I can be patient.

Alerienne Sakharov wrote:

Crap! Is it too late to get a potion of feather fall?

Nope it's not to late, and chances of falling are next to nill.

I was just joking around, since you said you'd 'drop us in' and then grinned. Going to try and draw up something decent for a picture if I can, though it might take me a while.

Crap! Is it too late to get a potion of feather fall?

Hello there! Really looking forward to playing together. Anything specific we need to know with regard to meeting up? It looks like the party is at Oleg's right now...

Updated with description and background.

Here's what I have so far (in profile), still need to write up my description, background, etc, but I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to be writing. Wanted to make sure the format and everything for this stuff looked right though.