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"I'm Valis," she says with a nod to the others as she steps forward slightly to take stock of everyone. The other elven woman, whom she had not spoken too, a dim half-orc, and another human. They seemed capable enough, though Valis thought she was the only one taught sword play other than the elf.
Valis took Aldaeth's hand and with her other, waved goodbye to Gear. "Thank you for the delicious food and I hope to see you again, soon," she says before following the half-elf to the door. Seeing the other people congregated around the doorway, she listens to Aldaeth's propostion. Allies are always good to have when hunting, especially in this new place. She shifted her sword belt to a more comfortable angle and watched the others as they stepped out into the night air. The festival reminded her of the ones back home, though much larger and flamboyant. Concerned for her purse, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head.
Holding herself very still, Valis listens to Aldaeth's proposition carefully. She flashes him a small smile and then pops another peice of fruit into her mouth as she thinks. More gold would be handy, especially if she wanted to stay in the city longer. And the gnome did remind of her of her first few days spent in the city, overwhelmed and esay prey to the cutpurses who roamed the streets. Maybe it would be a service to the city if she hunted this rogue down. "I would help you in this, Aldaeth. I can't say fo her, though. We are not companions," she said as she nodded her head towards the other elf.
"I'd heard stories of the city and always wanted to see it. The Towers are quite magnificent, and to be so high is amazing, don't you think? But I'd not realized how many people there were and how they treated each other. I've never seen anything quite like it, really..." she trails off as a slight blush rises on her cheeks. Pointedly avoiding saying her name, Valis is surprised at herself for saying so much to a stranger, albeit a handsome and charming one at that. She learned her lesson about handsome, charming men and was very confused as to why she just spoke so much. Maybe it was her drink? It was quite strong, especially to one who was not used to such things. To cover her embaressment, she takes a big gulp of her mead.
Valis shies away from the Watch as they enter the tavern, turning her head downward towards her plate in the pretense of eating. When the man steps up on the the chair next to her, she scoots a little to the side in a feeble effort to be stealthy. She doesn't care about what the gnome may or may not have done to upset the gaurd like that and looks to Gear once the Watch leaves. "Are they always so abrasive?" she asks quietly once they have gone.
"Thank you," Valis murmured as she tucked her silver peices back into her pouch. She slid the plate nearer to her and began to quietly eat with her fingers. The fruit was very good, especially since she hadn't eaten in a few days.
"May I have whatever your serving for dinner, too? Or some fruit? I hope this is enough for both..." Valis said quietly as she fished out her last remaining gold piece and pushed it towards the warforged. She knew a little about her cousins in the Valenar, and her Clan was an offshoot that left the continent for their own island. Her eyes swept around the common room again and a small bemused smile flicked across her face at the drunken sailors. She wondered who the pale woman was and what the sailors feared from her.
Tired of this city and the constant press of bodies, Valis stood at the edge of the skybridge looking towards the tavern. She hasn’t eaten in a few days, partially because she didn’t like having to purchase her food when she knew she could find her own, but mostly because she did not like to seem like an imbecile while she tried to figure out how to pay. Most of her money had been stolen from her as she slept the first night she was in the city, and then the greedy merchants had taken the rest. If it hadn’t had been for a kindly halfling helping her when a fruit merchant charged her ten gold for an apple, Valis would be forced to find her own food and sleep out on the street, which she didn’t mind so much. She found buildings oppressive and all too similar to the past five years spent in his manor, trapped in the building without any contact to the outside world. It was much better to sleep in the gutter with the stars above and the wind in her ears than to ever go back there. Taking a deep breath, Valis walked across the bridge to the rambling tavern. Her hood pulled low over her face, walked into the bright festive tavern. The noise shocked her, setting her nerves on edge, but the smell was worse. All these humans, packed so close together and swilling ale was a foul combination. Steeling herself, Valis began to scan the room for an empty table. She was dwarfed by the men, and often the women, in the tavern despite the fact she had been one of the tallest women in her tribe. Her hood shadowed her high cheekbones, golden almond shaped eyes, delicate mouth, and pointed ears that betrayed her elven heritage. She pulled down her hood, revealing dark hair stylishly cut in the latest fashion, though only the most observant would notice the cut of her hair through the feathers and braids that decorated it. Her hair made the sharp angles of her face even more pronounced and enhanced her air of deadly grace. With the full light of the tavern shining on her, it was quite apparent that she was pretty, like a furtive hunting cat in a cage. Her leather armor was ancient, her scimitar obviously second hand, and her long bow of shoddy make but she carried herself so gracefully that it didn’t seem to matter. Her armor covers most of her arms, but not all of her tattoos. The edge of them swirl out from beneath her armor, strange designs that could be elvish, but could be something else. As Valis scanned the room, she noticed another elven woman on the far wall. Hastily, she began to walk towards the bar, her back to the woman, under the pretense of perusing a menu. The smell of cooking food made her stomach rumble. She notices a large half orc in the company of a smaller man with a goatee and notices how the half–orc handles money the same way she does, fumbling and reliant on the help of strangers. Anger wells up at the thought of being treated the same as a pitiful half orc, Valis walks past them to the other end of the bar and waits for the blue swirled metal man.
Yep, ready to go!
I've never played in Eberron but what I've seen of it looks cool. I think we've got the books somewhere, so I'll read up on it. I need to edit my bio a little bit, since the last part was rushed as my workday ended and I left. It'll be finialized by about noon. She has a basic knowledge of non-tribal civillization but the BBEG didn't let her leave the estate unescorted, veiled, and re-charmed. She tried to run off a few times during exscursions (made her will save! :P) and that privledge was revoked.
Righteous Wrath: first melee attack while raging against an evil foe renders them shaken, Will DC (10 + 1/2 raging class level+ cha). AN enemy who makes this save is unaffected for the rest of the encounter. Foe is shaken until battle ends, or you are incapacitated/killed. Also, you maintain perfect clarity of mind while raging, allowing you to deal nonlethal damage, show mercy, and distinguish friend from foe. Also, I've got a link up in my profile with her bio. I just need to get her statted up the rest of the way and she'll be good to go! p.s. Thanks Mothman! I've just recently created her for STAP, actually. She's on of the PCs mothers and he's going to meet her again when they go to the Court of Stars. She had to give him up right after he was born to finish her own quest and then she meant to return to him...but things happened. Its going to be fun to play her.
So, I'll have a background up later tonight. I'm still hammering out some details in my head and am about to get really busy with life stuff, so I won't be able to post it up here. To give Arctaris a bit of info before I get my bio up, Valis is from a clan of wild elf barbarians devoted to the Whirling Fury, which is where she'd get training for the Righteous Fury feat (book of exalted deeds, may rage and cast spells/deal non lethal damage/some other things). If that feat isn't kosher, let me know and I'll pick another. She's eventually going to be a Champion of Gwynharwyf and maybe a Frenzied Berserker. |
