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Special Abilities
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Earplugs +2 save vs. hearing effects, -5 hearing-based Perception.
Elf Blood You are counted as both elven and human for any effect relating to race.
Elven Immunities +2 save bonus vs Enchantments.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Favored Enemy (Animals +2) (Ex) +2 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Animals).
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Point Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee.
Track +1 Add the listed bonus to survival checks made to track.
Wild Empathy +2 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.
Olik about Tamarie:
While discussing some of the finer points of Tian Xia business etiquette with Jirani, Olik notes nearby movement out of the corner of his eye that no doubt heralds the approach of the last of their group. Looking over, a greeting for Tamarie on his lips, Olik finds the words stick in his throat as he is taken back by the vision before him.
Tamarie, usually dressed in her well worn and functional travelling leathers, is wrapped in an elegant dress cut in the Tian Xia style. The simple dress is embroidered with a vine pattern using such a subtle green that it manages suggest the beauty of nature without seeming to break the purity of its white color. The interplay of light and shadow upon the shear fabric combine to hint at the lithe form contained within without a note of impropriety. The dress hangs loose below her waist and past her elbows where the lower section hangs well past her hands. The two concessions to color are a thin edging of green along the cuff of the sleeves and a matching wide sash that holds the dress closed at her waist.
Tamaries bare neck rises gracefully from the top of the dress. Her hair is bound above her head allowing her ears to proudly proclaim her elven heritage. Forgoing any jewellery her one adornment is the jade comb that holds her blonde locks in place, it's top carved into the shape of a hunting falcon.
In all the dress manages to evoke a simple, natural beauty drawing the eye to the wearers face where Tamaries eyes and smile fill the role assigned to gems by lesser women. The unobservant might well mistake her for a courtesan but those with sharper eyes will note the athletic build and confident, efficient movements that hint at her true calling. This air of confidence is a bit undermined at the moment by the blush on her face as she notes the attention she is receiving.
Ver'ren:
As they talk Oliks eye catches on the beautiful new darkwood bow resting on Tamaries back. "Ho there little sister, you've been holding out on me. May I?" he says indicating the bow.
When Tamarie hands him the bow he takes a moment to run his fingers along the length of it noting the smooth finish. The wood grain, a deep earthy color that brings to mind the ancient heart of a grand forest, has been brought out through what must have been hours of staining and sanding work. Here and there along its length small embellishments have been carved that flow from the woods swirls as if they had grown there. Spinning the weapon about to test its draw the handle feels a bit small in his hand but no doubt fits the smaller half elf perfectly. The silent pull is so smooth that not a bit of energy is wasted and when fully drawn it seems to hum as if impatient to loose an arrow.
Olik returns the weapon with a low whistle. "As if you weren't deadly enough! That is a fine weapon indeed I hope you've given her a fitting name. Ah but I've done my best not to fall behind." Drawing the new longsword at his side he offers it hilt first to Tamarie to take a look. "I call her the Sea Reaver."
