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Izsha takes a look at Jura's bite wounds, and without hesitating prepares herbs and bandages, washing the wounds with water before applying the simple medical herbs and and dressing the wounds.
Izsha looks around the group with concern: "Is anyone seriously wounded? I shall treat your wounds."
Izsha moves around trying to getr a better view of the fight, but having no target to throw another bomb at without endangering her allies, Izsha draws her knife and and puts it between herself and the animals.
Izsha reaches into her bag and draws a vial from one of the sewn in compartments designed for quick access. Taking a step back she flings the vial at the wolf approaching behind the one Jura had felled a moment earlier. It shatters on impact and releases a fiery explosion Bomb at Wolf G
She takes a few more steps back to put more distance between herself and the animals.
"Let us go. I believe I have a good lay of the land if you need to know the direction of where we want to head."
When she finishes her breakfast, Izsha collects her belongings, offers Adelaide farewells and joins Jura outside.
"That is a fascinating mantra." she says to the mercenary as she approaches "Is there a place you would call home?" She takes a moment to orient herself "Where are we headed?"
"Thank you. I can't say I don't miss the spices of home." she nods her head "I will let you know."
I basically modelled Izsha's appearance after Rivani, so the avatar is near 100% accurate.
Like shaken out of a stupor, Izsha's gaze tears loose from Adelaide and Lee, and she responds to Sebastian "I should have a meal, shouldn't I?" she awkwardly signals to Adelaide when she is sparing a glance to have a breakfast. She then answers to Jura: "My journey so far was more focussed on where I left from than where I was going.", she chuckles nervously "I'd gladly join you."
Seeing her new ally, Izsha follows Jura's beckons. She folds her hands offers him and Sebastian a bow before adressing the nobleman: "I believe you were performing those fascinating tricks last night?"
Avoiding eye contact with Brenner, Izsha walks to an unoccupied table where she can keep a respectful, and safe, distance from other patrons, at least those who haven't proven particularly accepting of her presence and sits down.
Not wanting to perform her "witchcraft" in front of the other patrons, Izsha is the last to arrive downstairs. A freshly mixed set of alchemical concoctions in her pack. She greets Adelaide with a bow.
Izsha enters her room, sets down her pack next to her bed carefully, and closes the door, locking it from the inside. As the lock snaps closed, she exhales deeply and drops onto the bed.
Izsha goes to ask Adelaide for a private room.
Izsha sighs, "Unfortunately we really cannot. Thank you for the offer, but I think I will take my own room."
I've come to vastly prefer roll20. Although that is as a GM especially. It doesn't have the "oops, i moved the map instead of my character and now that is saved forever" problem.
"You are right, he seems to be reliving trauma. But this is not my presence causing it."
Seeing the man, Izsha tries to identify the cause of his shock, perhaps its a condition.
"I am out of wound medicine at the moment. But yes I am. I think we could help each other.", for the first time this evening she smiles: "My name is Izsha."
Am I the only one who currently cannot browse the messageboards normally, but has to go through their own browser history to find each individual thread? Whenever i try to go to the main page or any prticular subforum, it always drops me on the storefront.
Izsha only passingly followed the spectacle with the coins. Between the grand sorcerer's pishaca and her own study of chakra and magic she was used to much more impressive displays of sorcery. When one of the soldiers mentions a dream of a white hawk, she perks up, if only for a moment, before responding to Jura: "I always wondered how much of those tales were true. Frightened soldiers often see those who defeated them as much greater adversaries than they really were." "I am afraid I would not have the coin to reimburse you for your service."
Although wary of the newly arrived group, Izsha has been visibly enjoying the meal. When Jura adresses her, she looks at him, almost as if startled: "Yes, it's good.", she manages to say she then continues, her voice lowered: "Are you... have you ever heard of a man called the Black Swordsman?"
"Thank you, this is too kind." Izsha says to the bartender. "I... I only need a quiet corner, I didn't realize this table was already taken." she says her eyes fixed on the meal before her. "I've been left behind in this land when the Kushan army fell apart. They brought me here as a healer for their soldiers." she explains, she seems to calm a bit now, "What I did for the Kushan soldiers in the war I do for the people of Midland now. Many will not trust me, but I can't blame them..."
The kushan woman still casts nervous glances all over the tavern. When she realizes the man sitting across is looking at her, her strangely cold blue eyes lower: "I... I did not mean to intrude... मुझे माफ़ करदो।, forgive me." she nervously says and motions to stand back up to look for another table.
Baffled by the turn of events izsha takes a step back she gathers herself as good as she can, wiping some gruel off her face, and gives the large man a hasty nod in appreciation. She hurries toward one of the tables off to the side in hopes of getting out of the center of attention and falls into the seat. A moment later she realizes the table is not vacant, a man with a large sword at his side sitting on the chair across. Her eyes fix on the great blade, and stories echo in her mind. Soldiers telling of a swordsman brandishing a gigantic sword slaughtering soldiers and even pishaca by the dozens. Though in these tall tales this man's sword was even greater than the one before her, a truly inhuman weapon; surely the soldiers embellished their tales. Her gaze wanders over to the man sitting in front of her, could this be the man the stories told of? Or is he perhaps just one of many men who became one larger than life person in the minds of their enemies?
Izsha freezes as the blade is pointed at her throat, trying her best to ignore the food hitting her. Her voice quivering with a mixture of fear and exhaustion: "मत करो!" she starts "Please! I am not your enemy..." her speech, despite her obvious accent, is clear. The right hand held up between her and the soldier, the left still rests on her bag, two fingers digging their way under the hood: "I am no warrior, just... I... I just need...", she removes her left hand from the bag and also lifts it in front of her for the man to see it is empty. Her breath now audibly quivering she does not seem to be able to finish her answer.
It's a promising start to be sure, I'm looking forward to this.
A single sloshing vial of an oily liquid clutched in her left hand close to her heart, Izsha carefully approaches the building. She waits a moment in the cover of night for the person ahead of her to enter before she stumbles forward and steps toward the door. She turns once more around her axis, observing the surrounding darkness and taking the last step backward toward the entrance, before she can feel the doorframe in her back. Breathing deeply, she slides her hand to the bag at her side and pushes the vial back into a small compartment on the inside, before pushing backwards through the door, opening it just far enough to fit through and closing it immediately behind her. She turns to face the room and take in the warmly lit surroundings for but a moment, before pulling her veil in and making her way along the walls and side tables, looking for a dimly lit place to quietly sit down.
I hope the gameplay thread is up soon. Unfortunately dotting in the discussion doesn't put the game onto the My Campaigns tab.
Greetings.
I put in background and descriptions, it's a bit brief, unfortunately i don't jave too much time right now.
Here's Threeshades' character. Backstory is still in the works. But I am 90% sure the mechanics are finished. Ah wait, except equipment. |