ARRIVAL A nearly six-foot-tall Elven woman in armor had a way of standing out amid the tavern crowd. With flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes, her once delicate features bore a strange harshness that seemed to match the armor she wore. The faintest traces of past battles — perhaps the small scar across her brow or a weathered intensity in her gaze only added to the fact that this woman was a soldier of some sort. She also didn't look to be too happy with where she was now. Possibly it was the look of irritation on her features as she glared at the Tavernkeeper, who had shown no help to her, or maybe it was simply because she was new. Not even the offer of a drink had done anything to soothe her.
She merely focused her glare at the dark blue drink that was in her hand, following it with a scoff before setting it down hard enough to cause some of the liquid to slosh over onto her hand. Biting the inside of her cheek, she waved her hand to the side to shake off some of the liquor. She paused when some of the liquor caught the person standing next to her.
"Apologies." She muttered, barely glancing over as she started to turn away. It seemed she was leaving.
CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY The woman didn't look any happier where she stood now. She wasn't even looking at the three portals as she had her eyes closed while she pinched the top of her nose and focused on breathing slowly. Only until she heard the footsteps behind her. Stiffening, she dropped her hand back to her side as she glanced over her shoulder at whoever was approaching.
Shifting to the side, she lifted her hand to her hip like she was going to rest her hand on something that wasn't there. The reminder she was unarmed had her dropping her hand again, her frown deepening enough that it made the scar across her brow more pronounced.
"Don't let me hold you up. I haven't made my choice." She waved the person to go ahead since she had much to consider - or predict - before she made her choice.
SOLEMN CELEBRATIONS The woman had no interest in celebrations, but still she attended. Perhaps she was easy to miss as she wasn't wearing her armor anymore. She had traded her armor for some traveling clothes that were practical yet elegant, suited for both comfort and mobility. She wore a fitted, long-sleeved tunic in earthy tones, reinforced at the shoulders and elbows for durability. A sturdy leather vest provided light protection without hindering movement. Her trousers were snug but flexible, made of thick, weather-resistant fabric, tucked into well-worn leather boots that rose just below her knees. She had found a sword in the time since her arrival, and it was on her hip now, her hand settled on the pommel as though it were a familiar home for her palm.
She was stiff when one of the people came over to offer her a gift, causing her gaze to flicker down and then up again. "I wasn't here to help. There is no point in giving me a gift." A pause. "But thank you for your kindness."
Whether that would work remained to be seen.
SPECIAL QUEST: ASTRAL ECHOES "Are you going to look for these special shards?" She asked as she looked at the person standing nearby. "If you do not mind the company, I would like to come with you. I am new here, so I am not familiar with the different places these shards could be."
Caraelle Adaen | Original
A nearly six-foot-tall Elven woman in armor had a way of standing out amid the tavern crowd. With flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes, her once delicate features bore a strange harshness that seemed to match the armor she wore. The faintest traces of past battles — perhaps the small scar across her brow or a weathered intensity in her gaze only added to the fact that this woman was a soldier of some sort. She also didn't look to be too happy with where she was now. Possibly it was the look of irritation on her features as she glared at the Tavernkeeper, who had shown no help to her, or maybe it was simply because she was new. Not even the offer of a drink had done anything to soothe her.
She merely focused her glare at the dark blue drink that was in her hand, following it with a scoff before setting it down hard enough to cause some of the liquid to slosh over onto her hand. Biting the inside of her cheek, she waved her hand to the side to shake off some of the liquor. She paused when some of the liquor caught the person standing next to her.
"Apologies." She muttered, barely glancing over as she started to turn away. It seemed she was leaving.
CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY
The woman didn't look any happier where she stood now. She wasn't even looking at the three portals as she had her eyes closed while she pinched the top of her nose and focused on breathing slowly. Only until she heard the footsteps behind her. Stiffening, she dropped her hand back to her side as she glanced over her shoulder at whoever was approaching.
Shifting to the side, she lifted her hand to her hip like she was going to rest her hand on something that wasn't there. The reminder she was unarmed had her dropping her hand again, her frown deepening enough that it made the scar across her brow more pronounced.
"Don't let me hold you up. I haven't made my choice." She waved the person to go ahead since she had much to consider - or predict - before she made her choice.
SOLEMN CELEBRATIONS
The woman had no interest in celebrations, but still she attended. Perhaps she was easy to miss as she wasn't wearing her armor anymore. She had traded her armor for some traveling clothes that were practical yet elegant, suited for both comfort and mobility. She wore a fitted, long-sleeved tunic in earthy tones, reinforced at the shoulders and elbows for durability. A sturdy leather vest provided light protection without hindering movement. Her trousers were snug but flexible, made of thick, weather-resistant fabric, tucked into well-worn leather boots that rose just below her knees. She had found a sword in the time since her arrival, and it was on her hip now, her hand settled on the pommel as though it were a familiar home for her palm.
She was stiff when one of the people came over to offer her a gift, causing her gaze to flicker down and then up again. "I wasn't here to help. There is no point in giving me a gift." A pause. "But thank you for your kindness."
Whether that would work remained to be seen.
SPECIAL QUEST: ASTRAL ECHOES
"Are you going to look for these special shards?" She asked as she looked at the person standing nearby. "If you do not mind the company, I would like to come with you. I am new here, so I am not familiar with the different places these shards could be."
But she was fine to go off on her own, if needed.