Meffa Machezin's page

I apologize for my lack of posting, but the lack of any descriptions or context makes it hard to figure out what Meffa can or cannot do at the moment.

Meffa will try to lay low and focus on what the various vendors are selling and what would serve best as supplies for the camp.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Jediah, we have to get the supplies first—he's gone already," Meffa shouts after the half-orc, petering out and slumping in defeat when it becomes clear there's no deterring him from tossing cabers.

"Pickpockets, huh?" she mutters, turning her attention to the half-elf, "I'll try to keep an eye out, but this cloak hood doesn't exactly allow me peripheral vision. Hopefully it'll deter them from stealing from me, though."

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

A wide grin forms on Meffa's face as she looks around in amazement at the various acts and attractions of the faire, "Wow, people sure are wanting to put on a show for the royals. Impressive."

"I wouldn't mind enjoying the festivities should time permit," she comments, scanning around her companions for their reactions, "Don't you agree?"

Faire time!

Meffa pulls up her hood as to obscure the green and violet tinges to her skin, hair, and eyes. Best not to stand out.

"I've not heard of such a practice before," Meffa tilts her head inquisitively, "But if it's true and one of these royals intends to partake... Well, they'll have to deal with us!"

Meffa crams the rest of her slice of toast into her mouth and through a wall of twice-baked wheat mumbles something. Pausing for a moment, she takes a second to wash down the toast with some water, then she repeats herself in a more coherent fashion, "No sense dawdling around here, then. Shall we be off?"

"As long as we keep our heads down for the most part, I think we should be fine since all eyes will be on the royals," Meffa comments, shrugging her shoulders.

"Sounds like a plan, but what is the occasion for this faire?" Meffa asks, adjusting her glasses.

Meffa rubs her eyes and retrieves her glasses from her pack. Rising from her bedroll, she brushes her hair out of her face before tying it back in a ponytail. She takes a moment to stretch and crack her knuckles before striding over to the breakfast discussion.

She cuts a slice from a loaf of bread, holding it over the fire with a pair of tongs, "Oatmeal will go good with this."

Meffa is rather short at 5'0", with pale green-blue skin, emerald-tinged blond hair, and violet eyes. It's difficult to tell her figure due to the thick clothing she wears.

Reporting in.

Behold, an alias. Slightly expanded background in profile. Also updated Meffa to be an Unchained Rogue.

Since Unchained Rogues get Weapon Finesse as a bonus feat, I changed her first level feat to Airy Step feat (Sylph only; +2 on saving throws vs. effects with the air or lightning descriptor; Ignore the first 30 feet of falling damage)