Elsie the Fairy Tale Princess's page

Sorry for my absence. Things have been crazy around here. I've moved and gotten a new job that has me with almost no free time during the week. 10 hour days paired with over an hour of commute time each way. Ick.

Anyways, as it stands, I'm just not able to keep posting in the forums any more. Really sorry about this. Good luck with the campaign!

Elsie recoils from the sight.

"Ew! Look there!" she calls out to the others. As if to test her own powers and the strength of the opponent, she opts to cast a quick cantrip, sending an acid splash whizzing towards the creature who had drawn it's weapon.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Acid Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Elsie gives a startled jump and a whimper when the arm pops up from seemingly nowhere, and Big Bad growls beside her, heckles raised aggressively.

Elsie's Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Unsure if you want Big Bad on a different initiative or not, so rolling his in case you want it separate.
Big Bad's Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Elsie clicks her tongue to call Big Bad along and moves a touch closer.

"Any of you see anything yet? Did we find whatever it was we were looking for?"

"What do you smell boy? ...That's... just a bunch of fungus. Stay focused, BB."

Is there any reaction from Big Bad about the fungus? Or is it just the strongest smell in the area? Any heckles raised, ears flattened, etc?

At the point she spotted the bridge. She saw it, stopped, pointed it out, sent others first, dismounted, then moved to follow.

Elsie dismounts from Big Bad and follows behind the others, keeping a few paces back to ensure she has some get away room should a troll pop out.

She continues to keep her eyes and ears open for anything out of the ordinary, or maybe even a clue to their objective.

Beside her, Big Bad's ears and nose twitch as they work to find what eyes may not.

Elsie Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Big Bad Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Big Bad has the Scent ability if that at all matters in these circumstances

Elsie points off to the east. "A bridge. You go first," she says, though fails to mention exactly who she thinks ought to go first. "Might be trolls under it."

Elsie slowed Big Bad while the others caught up. She raised her hand to shade her eyes while she peered around the rather... bland landscape.

"Ugh. Hardly pretty. Where're the flower fields and long grass?"

At the mention of the river as a location of investigation, she moves Big Bad forward again, heading towards the river. She kept her eyes open, looking for any clues.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Elsie gives a nod and, as usual, leads the way in the form of a mighty charge from the back of her wolf. "Onward to glory and maybe getting the hell outta here!" was her battle cry.

Elsie looks up at the newcomer with the eyes of a critical child.

"... You look like something out of a movie with horrible monsters," she states finally after her visual assessment. "But you talk like that really nervous student teacher from my school. I don't like her very much. She doesn't think doing flips off the monkey bars is safe and makes us stop."

im down for whatever. sorry for being awol. was sick. all better now.

"Onward!" Elsie cries with confidence, swinging up onto Big Bad's back and setting him off down the road at a trot.

Elsie looks around, seeing Florentine leave, then moves closer to Janice. She appears to have a gender preference for caregivers.

"Bye!"

"Let's be off!" Elsie cheers, once again rushing to be the first out the door.

"Yeah. You just tell us where and what and we'll be off!"

Elsie pauses and crinkles her nose, then turns Big Bad around to head in towards the General Store, giving a bashful smile to Janice.

At the door of the shop, she dismounts from her wolf and heads in.

"Hello yes I'm here to be a helper?" she calls into the establishment.

Elsie looks about at the adults, then shakes her head. "Adults always say kids are the reason it takes so long to get out the door. yet here you all are, slower than a heard of turtles."

She gives Big Bad a pat to get him moving, starting to make her way down the road, not looking back to see if anyone follows. She'd go do that quest herself, come back, and they'd still be here zipping up their coats at this rate.

Elsie shrugs and follows the nerdy guy out the door. Once outside, she pulls herself up onto Big Bad's back. "When are we going?"

Elsie slides off her chair, her juice finished, and clicks her tongue for Big Bad to follow.

"We going somewhere now?"

"Whatever," Elsie says to Tin Can before returning to her juice, kicking her feet under her. Big Bad gave a snarl from under the table at the cross tone Elsie had used. The wolf was protective of her and seemed to know when she wasn't content.

And she wasn't. She was scared and just acting though. But her dad always taught her to fake it 'til you make it. Bad day? Keep a positive attitude and a smile on your face and things would start to turn around. Here, she was going to pretend to be tough and strong until she actually was. If that ever happened.

Hopefully the grown ups know what they are doing.

"You aren't real great with kids, are you?" Elsie asked Tin Can after a loooong pause of staring up at him looking a bit appalled.

"What if you can get out by killing all the other players? Gonna take me out?" she asked as a follow up. "See, thing is, none of us know how to get out. So whining like a little boy who just got held down and kissed by girls on the school park is not going to help anyone. Even I know that. So how about you buck up and say something useful instead of giving me the heebee jeebees."

She went back to slurping her juice.

Milk next. With a straw. To blow bubbles.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to weep over your respawn timer," Elsie says, still sipping at her juice. "All games have those, don't they? You never actually die. Just respawn at the last save."

Elsie sighs daydreamily at the juice. "Like lime jello~" she says before picking it up and tipping it back herself.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"Ooh! Tingly!" she says with delight. She turns her attention back to the elf-man and frowns.

"It's not so bad. I just miss my momma. So what is this about quests? Like the knights of the round table used to go on? That's pretty cool, I guess. What kind of things do people actually do on quests?" If the idea of dying phases her, she doesn't show it. Of course, every child feels immortal.

Elsie runs a finger along her own ears and frowns. Should have gone with elf. Drat.

"I drink apple juice," Elsie pipes up at the mention of drinks again. She hadn't packed her tooth brush so she had decided orange juice was the best idea. She takes a seat at the table beside the elf, putting her hand on the seat next to her to make sure only Florentine sat there.

Big Bad, her wolfy companion, curls up under the table at Elsie's feet, tail wagging with a stead thump thump thump on the floor that is horribly out of sync with the music beat.

Elsie dodges her way into the warp gate before she can get left behind. Everything seems to distort into a bright light before... retorting? into the world. I don't think retorting is the right word...

Elsie eyes up the pub curiously before marching right in; if she had any concerns about minors in a pub it didn't show.

"Water?" she asks with a scrunched up face of distaste at the crazy cat man. "I'll take some orange juice. Or apple. Maybe apple is better."

She strolls up to the bar and the welcoming tender, eyeing up her ears with great interest.

"Are those real?" she asks the elf bluntly.

"Uh-huh, whatever crazy cat-man," Elsie says with a well practiced eye roll. Apparently saying she was ten wasn't making it clear enough that she had a solid grasp of English comprehension. Granted she was French, but he didn't know that.

"Of course we are joining you," Elsie speaks up for both her and Florentine. "That's why we are following you, duh."

Sassy-pants child.

"You got a map?"

Do we have a map function?

Eh heh heh heh heh...

I'm so good at ideas.

I like the idea of starting somewhere spooky. Like Nidal or Ustalav. I'm also partial to anything in Orision, but I'm a sucker for Egyptian everythings.

Elsie tilts her head to the side and gives the Gabriel guy a look like he's probably a little off his rocker, too. Rather than answer, she reaches up and takes Forentine's hand and gives a nod.

"I'm ten. You can talk like a normal person around me. Probably shouldn't cuss too much, though. It's not classy to cuss in front of a kid."

Elsie clings to the arm of the woman who had been doing the knitting, looking warily at the others. Crazy people, she thought, looking up to all of them. One of those angst emo teenagers, a scary American jarhead, a crazy man who named himself after a cat, and a nerd.

"Can I go with you, ma'am?" she asked Florentine.

Elsie clicked her tongue and planted a hand on her hips, looking to the two women of the group. Those had been who she had actually come to see anyways. Not the men. There was something comforting about a woman sitting on a park bench knitting and with a bird. Like a Disney Princess. And her granny. Best of both worlds. The other lady was... Well actually maybe that one was no good, too.

Ah yes, children. So innocent. So judgmental.

"You know, I'm ten. Not an idiot. 'Strange Police Officers'? What are you, like those ones who dance in zebra panties at my mom's pool parties?"

She sighs and climbs up onto the bench beside the woman knitting and swings her legs. Whatever her big talk, she's obviously still a kid looking for her mom. Scary stuff.

LET ME FIX THAT FOR YOU.

"Well, MY daddy says military soldiers are nothing like the police, because military guys are not community helpers at all. They are war-guys. Especially the American ones. Gun crazy uhm, ...jarheads? Whatever, it's what my momma calls them. Very different from police, who are helpers," she says, sticking up her nose with a very know it all look.

"I haven't seen momma here. But she wouldn't have let me go on my own. And she'll come looking for me. Daddy will, too. He's taking me to a ball game on the weekend," she explained, adjusting her red cloak around her. "My name's Elsie. Normally I wouldn't talk to strangers, but I can't find any police officers either."

"Excuse me sirs and ma'ams, but have you seen a lady about this high, and hair and dimple like mine?"

A young girl, very young, approaches the folks gathered around the bench. Curly, golden locks bounce out the front of a red hood and she looks up at the other's with a sad type of hope. She points a finger up to each cheek to ensure any onlookers know what her dimple look like as she gives a big cheesy grin that shows them off.

At least the child isn't wandering about alone. Not exactly, anyways. Behind her a rather stocky wolf follows in the same way you'd expect an overgrown puppy to follow its master.

"You see, I can't find my momma..."