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The Pun Tyrant
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[/div]E'Lania Treeance
Half-Elf, Lvl 1 Shadow Sorcerer Lvl 2 Abjuration Wizard (1100/2700 XP)[/div][div class=left style="position:relative;top:-2000px"][/div][div class=right]
Hit Points:
22
Statuses:
N/A
Spell Slots:
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[div class=text] Every question left E'Lania with an unquenchable thirst to for the answer, but also bolted another question into her head like a lightning flash of inspiration. Still, she couldn't help noticing the sweat rolling down the side of Vaeryn's face. She set aside a moment to breathe, to give the triton a chance to answer and to ask herself why a creature from the sea would have any need for sweating (would anyone even notice they were sweating in the first place down there?). Unfortunately, the answer to the questions E'Lania actually vocalized was a disappointing one: as it turned out, the triton in question hadn't actually become immortal, just a tale passed down and remembered. E'Lania's stare remained locked in Vaeryn's eyes for moment, before she sighed and stepped back a bit. The bard girl brought up that she HAD indeed heard of a few stories on actual immortality though. E'Lania raised an eyebrow, then raised a hand in front of her chest.
"My my, I'd certainly be grateful. There aren't many I haven't heard on days, but I do suppose you are a triton. Since your kin dwells beneath the waves and the sea, mayhaps your couldn't write those tales- liquids, one might find, aren't the most amicable susbstances to paper. I'm look forward to those tales, miss Vaery. Oh, and I do apologize for my potencially intrusive behavior, as you have guessed immortality is indeed a passion of mine."
As she spoke, E'Lania felt a hand landing on her shoulder, followed by Athaclenna's announcement of who she was, and telling everyone the two of them were sisters. Well, in a sense it wasn't a complete lie, they both had elven heritage from the same region after all and no doubt E'Lania cared for Athaclenna's safety and well-being. She wasn't too sure about it being sisterly love, but at the same time, it didn't feel too off-the-mark either. All things considered, E'Lania nodded in response, but couldn't help a little chuckle and a pat on Athaclenna's waist as the girl explained the reasons why she didn't someone to keep her out of trouble.
"Hahaha, no, no Athaclenna dear, you are still very much a child. You've seen even less of the outside world than I have in the last half of a century, you're young, there's much to learn. Still, you are in quite good company." The rest of them were just as much of a child as Athaclenna was, after all, with perhaps one exception. E'lania couldn't help a glance at the "very familiar" robot whom Athaclenna went to fangirl about her god with. The doubt in E'Lania's belief on that robot being the same as the one from 200 years ago was about as small as the number of the warforged actually roaming around (meaning, very, very tiny), and would soon be dismissed entirely when the robot claimed the same name as the one from back then. E'Lania did her best to avoid paying any attention to their conversation, as she could tell the robot was feeling just as awkward as she was about what happened all those years ago.
Such memories were hard to make fade, though thankfully there could be worse ones. The dragonborn's story reminded E'Lania of her encounter with the lich that invaded her village, back when it was still a village and not yet a town. She remembered the vivid hatred, not only her own, but also that of every villager, for the undead. Grovetall was still feeling the trauma of that day, centuries though may have passed, and E'lania was perhaps one of the reasons why. Grovetall was getting better though, and their obsession had been directed towards their protection. The dragonborn's quest appeared to be more focused on revenge. Just as E'Lania was about to introduce herself and speak a truth or two to the avenger, Athaclenna expressed her worry for the dragonborn's pain and lost home. E'Lania couldn't get a word in edgewise before the creature was wrapped in that one conversation she definitely didn't want to get involved with.
With twitching eyebrows and Grath's children starting to look pretty tired, E'Lania decided to make her own introduction. She leaped onto a nearby rock, and placed a hand on her chest, which she puffed out proudly, before giving a gentle, courteous bow, and returning to that position.
"I suppose it is my go, then, at this matter of introductions. Like Athaclenna I am from the town of Grovetall and am of elvish descent. My name is E'Lania- " She was unable to finish her sentence before a red-haired and red-bearded person sprinted out of the forest and straight in their direction, followed by a band of five orcs following the same direction. E'Lania growled a little resigning to the fact she wasn't about to be able to really speak at this rate. Though she'd learned a bit of patience with her many ears, she supposed these orcs presented a good opportunity to vent a little stress. My spellbook floated in front of me, and I focused on channeling mana to my fingers to get those spells ready a little quicker. "Well, this is quite rude, interrupting a lady such as myself. How vulgar. Athaclenna, get behind me!"
I did come, in part, to watch over Athaclenna and keep her safe. Though, the effectiveness of standing behind me was, admitedly, limited. After a moment, I added:
"...And squat."
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Spells
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Cantrips: (7)
*Mage Hand (Wizard)
*Blade Ward (Wizard)
*Acid Splash
*Mending (Sorcerer)
*Mold Earth
*Shape Water
*Thunderclap (Sorcerer)
First Level: (10)
*Witch Bolt (Sorcerer)
*Protection From Evil and Good (Sorcerer)
*Mage Armor (Wizard)
*Shield (Wizard)
*Sleep (Wizard)
*Identify (Wizard) (Ritual)
*Snare (Wizard)
*Comprehend Languages (Wizard) (Ritual)
*Unseen Servant (Wizard) (Ritual)
*Alarm (Wizard) (Ritual)
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Items
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Equipped:
*Arcane Focus - The transmutation stone she swallowed came to be her arcane focus, currently inside her body.
*Quarterstaff (1d6 bludgeoning simple melee, versatile- 1d8 bludgeoning)
*2 Daggers (1d4 pierceing, simple finesse, light, thrown)
*Backpack
*2 Sacks
*Spellbook - Floating Spellbook
*Fine Clothes
Currency:
40 GP
8 CP
Carrying:
*Black Ink
*Quill
*letter from a dead colleague posing a question you have not yet been able to answer
*Bedroll
*Mess Kit
*Tinderbox
*10 Torches
*10 Days of Rations
*Waterskin
*50 Feet of Hempen Rope
*Alchemist's Supplies
*25 Paper Sheets
*8 Darts
(note: took explorer's kit)
Trinket:
21- "A tiny gnome-crafted music box that plays a song
you dimly remember from your childhood"
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