'I am growing tired of everyone being afraid of us. I would try going with "buh", but that would likely aggravate his injuries '
I'm fine with just bringing it up when it adds to the story
Presenting:
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Dhampir(moroi born) Mesmerist 1; Neutral Medium Init: +1 Senses: +3, darkvision 60ft DEFENSE AC: 15 Touch: 11 Flat-Footed: 14 HP: 10 Fort: 1Ref: 3Will: 1 OFFENSE Speed: 30ft Melee: +3 Bite 1d4, morning start 1d6 Ranged: +1 Mesmerist spells known (CL 1; concentration +5) 1st (2/day)- Murderous Command (DC 15), Sleep (DC 15), 0th (at will)- Daze (DC 14), Detect Magic (DC 14), Mage Hand (DC 14), Prestidigitation (DC 14), Charm person and command x1 per day
Looks The the thing most notice about Charlotte first is her lack of colours, skin white like fresh milk, hair like silk, only her red eyes give her body a hint of colour. She wears a travelling cloak of fine make that has seen better days, under the coak is a also quite worn set of riding clothes, hidden beneath those she wears an slightly rusty suit of chainmeil .
fluff: Charlotte was practically raised by the staff of the mansion she grew up in. Her mother tended to visit, the mansion close to the Fangwood once or twice a year, but send letters regularly. The times she saw her father can be counted on one hand. She grew up sheltered, learning all things a lady needs to know. She rarely left the grounds, venturing into the gardens in the hours of twilight. In recent years she snuck out from time to time, heading for the closest village to see people, besides the ones working in the mansion. Her sheltered live came to an abrupt end, when a small troupe of hobgoblins attacked the mansion. She was reading a book like she used to do at night when she heard the sound of fighting and two goblinoids barged into her room. When the two brutes closed in on her she used her inane powers, the ones that are the reason she has been exiled to this old hunting abode. A thought caused one of the attacker's to turn onto the other, striking down the surprise creature with his Morningstar. The scent of blood thick in the air she walked up to the dazed creature, her fangs , tiny but noticeable, lengthening. As her fangs sunk into the soldiers throat her teeth were sharp like needles. The hobgoblins eyes went from confusion about how his best friend could do something like that to understanding to horror and finally went dim. Coming back to her senses the dhampir's horror about what she had just done was pushed back by the worry about her surrogate family.
Her aimless travels that should finally lead her to Phendar, were marked by hardship and danger, both overcome by adaption and natural skills.
Aralu summons another eagle and readys her crossbow to shoot gorloth, sould he try to escape Her army attacks
"I think you need to be able to make conscious decisions to be good or evil, unless you are a Demon, Angle or Undead or something, to be good or evil." "the question is, is it necesarry to destroy them, so they don't spread or endanger those that plan to settle here, or if it is enough to mark this place with warnings, so no one enters it"
Haruka carefully moves along the wall, away form the guy with the horrible laugh( and his rapier). She levels her stern gaze at the traitor on the floor, " Ally with us and safe yourself. We can offer you redemption and forgiveness if you stand by our side in this battle, their kind has noting to offer for you, neither survival nor comfort, they will put a dagger in your back or bugs in your brain at their earlyes convenience. And even if they don't, I can tell you how your live will end, straped to an altar, bleading, lamenting your life, lamenting that you weren't born to be eaten by a demon.
The Miko turns away from him without another word and tries to free Balek from his gooey prison.
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