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"AHA, GOTCHA! Who's the not-scary trap monster now?" Oh gods that sounded so stupid. Why am I doing this again? Oh, right, because we were taking three months to decide to cross the bridge. And it feels like something that Cadence guy would do.
Ambar puts her bow away and shrugs, and casually strolls forwards to the bridge, taking a sip from her keg and stowing it. As she clops forward her tail dances a bit. "Oh, woe is me, a hapless adventurer striding into a deadly trap! Oh, no! It's going to 'get' me!" If she makes it to the other side of the bridge in one piece and no combat triggers she'll fall to the ground and start rolling around laughing for a moment or two, before hopping back up.
The tiefling keeps a watch with her bow and an arrow at the ready. "So what's the endgame, here? Stand around until we get jumped? Look for glowing clues in the landscape? Wait for a key NPC to die horribly nearby to give us our next quest in the chain?"
"Fungus? We talking like, hyperactive toe-jam here or something more like rotted corpses? Sorry for the mental image there." What could be there? Faerie dragons?
Ambar blinks a few times as she comes back to full awareness from the brief fugue and watches Gabriel's actions at the bridge for a brief moment before pulling out a short bow and providing cover if needed in case Elsie is right. Gosh, I hope it's not a troll. Their accents are annoying. "Don't worry, we'll cover you!"
"Is that the secondary mission? Find a pretty flower field with long grass?" The tiefling's tone is half-joking. She's seen far WORSE quest ideas in the past in a different world. And then she gets a bit pre-occupied, deep in thought as she follows along absently, slowing down a little bit... Elsie reminds me of my kids. I wonder how they're doing. I hope they're okay. I hope Liz is okay...
"Wow. I've never seen anything like this before. They really went all-out on the graphics and the scenery. So where are we going, again?" Ambar takes a sip from her keg and stows it, tail darting back and forth as she resists the urge to 'dive into the scenery'. She doesn't want to get mauled by local monsters if they out-level her...
Ambar blinks as 'Red' takes off on the wolf. Just like folks with mounts showing off to the lowbies. Wonder what the cost of that one was. Welp, time to get moving. The tiefling does not go charging off after the wolf, but she will pick up the pace a bit, mixing a casual walk with a slight jog.
"If you're freaked out, imagine what it must have been like for me after getting here. If we can stop staring at me, I'm ready to head on this mission if the rest of us are?"
Ambar blinks a few times at the welcome. Her tail fidgets a bit and sort of 'follows ' the drow as she walks around the tiefling, even as she clears her throat. and shakes Taran's offered hand. Lot better than the first time I tried to get in a dungeon group in WoW. That was a lot of profanity and insults! Hey, guy, that's kind of creepy how you're staring at me, okay? And hey, um, dark-skinned lady, I'm not some slab of meat, okay? "Thanks, Taran! So what's the quest? I hope it's not an escort mission. Escort missions SUCK!"
"What's wrong? Haven't seen a follower of the Drunken Hero before?" The tone is a light joking one, as she tries to play down the really 'creepy' vibe she thinks she's feeling from the staring. Or would that be ogling?
The tiefling blinks at Elsie's comment, fidgeting a little bit as the comment is made about being from a movie with horrible monsters before tilting her head and considering. "Huh." How old *is* she? Okay. Focus. "Well, it's probably because she's responsible for taking care of you and doesn't want to see you get hurt?" If that's a kid, that's going to completely go over her head, remember? "Your teacher probably worries about you being okay. Not everyone can do flips like that safely?" The Caydenite looks to the other party members, trying NOT to fidget too much, though her tail bounces around to betray her nervousness.
This reasonably buff Tiefling stands approximately six feet in height with a hint of deftness about her actions. Ambar has blood red hair, dark brown eyes, and ashen skin. Her gear is well-cared for, though weathered and worn from the obvious travails of travel. A bow rides alongside her backpack, a quiver on the other, and her leather lamellar armor appears to have been fitted for her quite recently. Though she lacks an alternate weapon at her hip, the claws at the ends of her hands look wickedly sharp. Her demeanor is cheerful and eager, and reasonably personable despite her rather devilish appearance, highlighted by a twitching tail and well-cared for hooved feet. She clops a bit as she rushes to catch up with the party from a doorway further down the street. "Um... pardon me, are you going out on an adventure of some sort? I kind of got stuck here and the other folks that were with me bailed on me and I'm a bit confused as to why. Oh, heck, where's my manners? Ambar Bach, could I tag along with you for a bit, at least until I figure out how to itemize properly? You look like you know what you're doing, I can provide some healing support and some ass-kicking if you need it, Cayden willing!" After she manages to get that all out she takes a deep breath. "If it's okay, that is? I... we... there's only so much sitting around drinking ale while waiting for something a person can do and.." She trails off a bit to let other folks get words in...
Might I suggest a party 'deus ex machina' for someone who is 'in over her head'? Just a thought? |