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    Through the Mists: In Character

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    It is near to midday, you think, but difficult to tell in all this mist. The sky is completely overcast and the woods that crush in on either side of the dirt roads loom menacingly and cast shadows to dim what little light there is from the hidden sun. The forest is silent, but in the slowly swirling fog there is a certainty of some dread intelligence watching and waiting.

    ~~Alesea "Vita"~~

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    ~~Rovana~~

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    At the bonfire in the gypsy camp, there would be room for all the gypsies and the guests to sit, as enough stools to account for everyone were set up. Lunch was a steamy, vegetable and venison stew, and the family passed around food to each other and the guests.

    Sitting quietly on a tall stool was an older man of sixty years or so, toying with a wooden cane that was leaning across his knees. He was moving his head between the guests, his reumy eyes sizing them up.

    "Well now," the old man coughed and then cracked a wide smile. "My name is Stanimir, and I am the ah, leader of this family. I would like to welcome our guests to our fireside. We are Vistani - gypsy travelers, and we are returning to our homeland. You have met my son and my daughter, Ratka and Damia. The others, I will introduce to you now."

    Stanimir went around introducing the rest of the Vistani who were mainly his nieces and nephews, and one grand newphew as well as his younger sister, who was a pleasant woman who might well have been a beauty when she was younger.

    "And now, who might you be? And what brings you with us all the way out to the Svalich Woods?"

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    Fluff Fluff for Blueslimes wonderful fluff!
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    She stumbled from the mists and saw. . . Life. Her ears no longer heard the call of wolves even as she placed a hand against the trunks of trees. Listening to the delightful music, seeing the swirls of color. Beautiful, beautiful life and color in this dim world. Her breath stopping, her lungs screaming at her to take in more even as she watched.

    The sudden end of it had her reaching out towards it. Fearful that it too would disappear from her.

    Stuck in that pose, reaching out to them like a specter trying to grasp onto the fleeting epheremal of life she stood there. Eyes burning a dull yellow in flickering torchlight.

    She stood there. . . hearing those words and collasping in front of them all. Falling onto her knees as she took in hard sharp breaths, color returning to her graying vision even as she looked up at the approaching man, his red trimmed sash brightly sashaying on him and his dark hair covered.

    Looking up at him, she must've made a pitiful sight. She nodded her head, as she breathed better. "I...Yes. Name is...Vita. A rest. Thank you." As she stumbled through her words and slowly pulled herself upright. She must've looked dreadful to them. Her silver hair matted and dirtied. Stained with things best left unmentioned. Her tanned skin dirtied and unscrubbed, no washing in rivers recently and her long tail covered in dust from her running stampede. She felt her cheeks heating at shameful way she must look.

    Vita nodded her head as she spoke "Ah thanks for the stew." Her voice scratchy filled with need for feed and water. But she waited for the hosts to get themselves food first before she scooped her own into a bowl. She sat on a stool and listened to his words.

    "I am Vita. Ah, just Vita. I. . . well ah I. I am a tiefling. Ah not use to having to say that." As she curled her tail around her waist. "I ah hunting some nasty wolf-like men. They killed mah village." Her voice trembled here but she pressed onwards, "And took mah ma. I followed them here. And well, I ran into you. Thanks be for the stew." As Vita explained in most simple fashion, even as her breath hicced, her reasons for being here so suddenly.
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      #3
      Re: Through the Mists: In Character


      Captain Rovana
      At the Campsite
      Tag: Introduction, Vita


      "Shuddap ya parrot, I'm gonna crossbow.. yer peehole" She groaned, stretched, rubbed her eyes, and then grinned.

      "G'day lass, I appear to have happened to misplace my memory of last night, I'm afraid we'll have to do a reenactment, savy?.. oh, yes, lets not get any fathers involved, that never ends well." She shrugged, then picked up the liquid, taking a deep gulp. "I object to that notion, I most definitly drank more than you, I barely remember how I got here. Hrmnn.." She insisted, yawning.

      "Damia! that was it, hold on, hold on, where are we driving? I'm not good on land... Alright, just a drinking friend, sure." She said, while tightly groping the lasses bottom, dressing up in her usual attire, smirking and hopping outside. "That was some courageous guards, usually my name alone keeps them busied in their quarters. Oh well."

      Despite her hangover, or rather, apparently used to dealing with such things, she jumped out and sauntered outside, stepping up to the gypsy leader and bowing, with a flair for the dramatical. "I am Captain Ravana, leader of a respectable grew of freelance-sailors, who has been most injustly ostracized by I hereby presume, racially motivated authorities. I must say you have a lovely family, a very welcoming daughter and I hope.." She stepped over to aquire herself some soup, without asking. "I wont have to occupy your hospitality for too long a period of time" She raised a finger, looking at the tiefling, narrowing her eyes.
      "You don't look like a relative. You lost your village to a beast attack? Tragic, say, ever sailed a ship? You'd make for a great intimidating crew member, after a few baths and an overall scrubbing, I might be able to find an opening, I have a feeling a few of my men will be.. indisposed for a short while"
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        #4
        Re: Through the Mists: In Character

        (Taking a cue from Pervy's way of posting)

        Vita the Tiefling Warlock
        At Vistani Campsite, sitting on a stool spooning some stew
        Tags: Introduction; Conversation with Rovana.


        The sight of a blonde human with a jaunty pirate hat and a parrot on her shoulders. She looked like one of them whimiscal pirate captains she heard from traders that passed through her town. The parrot even seemed like it could talk! She eyed the parrot for a good few seconds.

        Vita blinked with dull yellow orbs at the finger pointing at her noticing the owner of the parrot is, well, pointing at her. A spoon of soup in her mouth as she had just finished speaking and started to eat some grub. "MMmh? Nuh relavvia" She spoke around the spoon in her mouth. She blushed as she pulled the spoon out of her mouth, her tail twitching at the words. "No, not a rela-rel- not a family of them. I uhm, yes." Her eyes getting hard and filled with momentary pain before she focused again. "No havn't worked a ship before. Uhhh, how do I, umm. . . How would I be intimi-intimidatung?"

        The dull girl blinked before speaking "Um, uh, I want to rescue my ma before I er uh get on with any other work. I know my Ma is this way and not uh um, on the lakes? Is that what you call the thing ships sail on?"
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          Captain Rovana
          At the Campsite
          Tag: Vita, primarly


          (I am an inspiration to the people!!)

          "Right.. a lot to work on. Can you try and look angry for a moment?" Rovana pat patted the tieflings shoulder. "You and me are gonna go far, matey. The sea, we sail on the wide sea. So tell me about what attacked you, perhaps these fine gentl.. these folks have heard about those creatures and what they do with the averaga 'Ma's'." She nodded. "Obviously, I am eager to assist you, as long as the danger to me is a minimum, while my gain is a maximum!" She smiled, jovially, munching her own soup, but in between talking, giving the tiefling woman an encouraging smirk.
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            #6
            Re: Through the Mists: In Character


            Vita the Tiefling Warlock
            At Vistani Campsite, sitting on a stool spooning some stew
            Tags: Conversation with Rovana.


            "Look uh, angry? I?" Vita mumbled, loudly, as she looked down at her soup. She wasn't a mean girl growing up, she didn't know how to look angry or that word that the Blond Girl with the jaunty hat said. She tilted her head upwards at Rovana. "Grrr!" She growled! Eyebrows narrowed, lips pulled into a pout! Coming more off as a horned puppey trying to look intimidating. The horned puppy metaphor very appropriate as she jerked at the sudden pat! "Whu! When did yah!" Her angry face broken at Rovana being so close.

            The tiefling girl's breasts bounced in her leather, nearly falling off her stool if not for the hand on her shoulder! "Uh erm, sorry you spooked ah me. When did you get so close? Erm ah, nev'rmin. Sea, tha words sea. I remember ah now." Vita looked at the hand on her shoulder. . . and relaxed into it. It felt nice, even a total strangers comfort pats felt nice. She kept the tears in. She wasn't no hysterical city lady! "Them fine folks? What do they do with Ma's?!" A panicked voice slipped from her as she turned and twisted, looking at Rovana! Fear played across her face.

            "You'll ah help me? But what do you gain from ah helping me?" Vita finally cottoned onto those last words Rovana spoke, after a hysterical moment of bouncing between fear and the sudden evilness of what those wolf-like man will do to her ma!
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              #7
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              Captain Rovana
              At the Campsite
              Tag: Vita, primarly


              She smacked her lips. "We'll call you a work in progress." She nodded. "I have a way of being noticed, or not when I want." She pat patted a little more.

              "Oh, you can find something to gain almost everywhere, if you are creative enough. As for what they do, weeell that would rather depend on the Ma I guess. Random question, is your Ma the horny,.. or the not horny side?" The pirate captain inquired, weighting her options. She did need new crew member. But she also did need to not be eaten by wild beasts. "Can you use a weapon?"
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                Re: Through the Mists: In Character


                Vita the Tiefling Warlock
                At Vistani Campsite, sitting on a stool spooning some stew
                Tags: Conversation with Rovana.


                Vita flushed at the work in progress comment. The tiefling fingering her ma's leather armor on her, working the leather between her fingers even as she spooned herself some more stew. "Does it uh, help in your sailings? Not being noticed I ah mean. Um a-also, do you ah mind if I uh know about what yah crew did to get um, stuck on land?"

                "Cre-ah-tive" Sounding out the word as if it is a nugget of wisdom imparted on her. "My mah has horns." As She fingered her own horns. She wilted as she continued "Mah dad is the one without the horns. Through my ma always called pa to have a wandering eye too much and that she had to ah use her horns on him ahlot." As she got asked that. "Yah. I can use ah a weapon. These ah daggers aren't for show and I know how to do some ah magic. My ma taught me thaumaturgy and..." She felt the light radiating within her. She knew things she didn't know before. "Produce Flame?" She questioned holding up her emptied hand with no spoon, her bowl resting in her lap and a small bead of fire flared to life in her palm. She felt something warm in her backpack as she did so. The fire flickered in her palm, glowing a warm reddish orange.

                "Ah um, if yah don't mind? Where'd you get such a cute birdie at? It looks one of those birds mentioned in them tall tales from traders about pirates!" Vita asked, while still holding her ball of fire.

                (Casting Produce Flame, making a small ball of fire roll in her hands. Vita has an arcane focus on her, a crystal yellow rock resting in her pockets. Produce Flame needs only verbal and somantic and lasts 10 minutes. See this link Page 2 of Alesea's Spell List For more information on it.)
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                  Captain Rovana
                  At the Campsite
                  Tag: Vita, primarly


                  "No, that mainly helps when people want to antagonize you. For example with swords." she adjusted her hat. "How we got stuck?

                  't was early in the evening, when those mangy dogs attacked us, for the miniscule crime of wishing to assist with their excess of equipment. . Yarr see those bastards saw fit to break my main mast, two of my crew went to an early appointment with Davy Johnes and I had to make land for extensive repairs. Me crew saw sure to degust the towns rum-reserves throughoutly, but posthaste we ran into another issue, finding ourself faced with afformentioned landlubbing, bootlicking authorities."
                  She nodded.

                  "Oh a magey one? That can be most useful.. Not in favour of fiery magic, you see, all seperating me from quite lots of water is a bunch of well crafted wood that, following some rumours, may or may not be cursed and spat back out by the godess of the sea herself." She extended her hands to warm them on the Tieflings flame.

                  "Joe? Why this bird is a genuine pirate parrot. I got him as present by Davy Johnes himself, as proof that I be a true Pirate Captain, deserving of Station! Say Aye Joe." she commented, presented, and commanded of the parrot.

                  (Happy to roll bluff, if she wouldn't believe all of the high tale. ^^)
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                    Vita the Tiefling Warlock
                    At Vistani Campsite, sitting on a stool spooning some stew
                    Tags: Conversation with Rovana.


                    "O-oh." Vita spoke, looking more then a mite confused as she spoke "Do you have ah lot of run ins with folks that like to poke you with swords?" The tiefling girl not liking the thought of that at all, quite easily seen on her face, through it drooped away as so very recent things that happened pounded in her head. She mumbled loud enough to be heard but more of a thought from her "Still ah better then waiting on land to get poked."

                    The tall tale that the pirate Rovana wafted about had Vita, the girl haven't had any trust issues, believing her at her word! "You ah tried to help with them carrying more? Why'd do people have so much dang bad pride to refuse help? I hope that ah Davy Johnes is a goodly priest. It sounds like your crew needs such with a. . . main mast ah broken." Vita's own small commentary coming after Rovana ravishing tale through the tiefling girl blinked before giggling, a soft thing. "Ah they got drunk and them folk wanted them to calm down and they dint? Ha-ah-ha-ah! Shouldn't they be out of the ah stocks. Most drunks don't get kept long in them. I ah know a possee of my pa's friends like to get good and well fat on the harvest ale during the festival."

                    "Ah if your crew is only uh ah, in jail for being rum drunks, then won't they be looking for yah?" Vita questioned the lively tall talking blond woman.

                    The flame speckled with quiet warmth, the light soothing, making the cloudy day brighter - at least to her own eyes. To see the light inside of her before her. . . she felt that more is just waiting to be touched and lifted up from her. Tantalizingly warm knowledge, as if it had always been there in her. "I ah know how to mend things with um, uh magic." She added, feeling as through that may be helpful for the blond captain to know. She could fix the damage she caused.

                    Vita watched with some fascination, waiting for that parrot to speak as it is commanded.
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                      Captain Rovana
                      At the Campsite
                      Tag: Vita, primarly


                      "Reasonably much, I seem to bring out some bad habits in some folks." The pirate-captain responded. "But don't worry, you could just stand back and scorch poke-enthusiasts, savy?"

                      "I don't quite know! A ship full of cargo is far more likely to run water and all that scurvy business, so I just wanted to help keep them afloat by lighting them off some precious metals! Davy Johnes be the man you don't want to meet as pirate, to say it simple." She couldn't 'turn off' her flamboyant way of speaking, but she did adjust a little, realizing the tieflings.. gentler mind. "Aye, I love me a good ale, but ya see, all of my crew got one of these.." She pulled down her bra a little to reveal a tatoo of a skull and crossbones on her right breast. "And guardsfolks are touchy about those." She readjusted her bra.

                      "Aye, they be looking for me, which was why I intended to displace myself forth from where they are currently looking for me, so that their endeavour ends up unsucessful, for I dislike being found by such simple scullywags such as these!" She waved her hand drammatically, making it seem, to someone trusting enough that she was not fleeing at all, but in total control fo the situation.

                      "Mend things with damage? Like what? Harpoon holes in me ships wands? Cut of hands, .. it can be dangerous hoisting the flag if you don't know how to do it, you see." She nodded.

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                        #12
                        Re: Through the Mists: In Character

                        Stanimir the Vistani patriarch (and a bit of Parrot Joe)
                        At the Campsite
                        Tag: All


                        "Rawwrk! Aye Joe! Wee woo!" squawked Parrot Joe, quickly after Rovana gave her order. His green feathered head bobbed up and down, his beak opening and revealing a pink tongue. He wore a leather eye patch over his left eye. His head swiveled so that his good eye was centered on the tiefling, observing her, as if sizing her up.

                        Meanwhile, the Vistani followed the conversation between the pair of outsiders with curious eyes and attentive ears. Some grinned at Vita's simplistic assessments, and others were fascinated by Rovana's verbal meanderings. Ratka plucked up a lute and began to strum a few chords on the strings softly as others ate from their bowls. Stanimir had a wizened old gap toothed smile as he tapped his fingers on his knees, watching the women.

                        Then a door to one of the other wagons opened, revealing a slightly taller than average height man, with grey eyes and rough-cut blond hair covered by his earth-toned cap. He wore leathers and the plain soldier's livery of a nation unfamiliar to either Vita or Rovana.

                        "Ah... the last newcomer awakens to join us," Stanimir said, beckoning the young man forward. "Come, my good ranger. Sit with us and regain your strength. I wager you'll need it before long."

                        With those words, at once comforting yet ominous, Tristam joined the gathering.

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                        "Yes, join us young Tristam. My dear nieces and nephews, this is Tristam. As well, let me introduce you to my family..." here Stanimir quickly repeated all the names of the small Vistani clan, "And at last but not least to Miss Vita, the Captain Rovana, and her parrot friend, Joe."

                        "Raaawwrk! Aye Joe! Dead man walking! Rawwwrk! Wee woo!"

                        The Vistani patriarch would let the newcomers get settled and acquainted for a few more minutes, but after a short time and some light lute playing by Ratka, he cleared his throat and rummaged into a belt pouch to draw forth some chalky powder which he blew into the flames of the fire, causing them to roar up to life and create a puff of smoke.

                        "My apologies for the theatrics," he began with a smile, "But I have a tale to tell, about my people and about our current homeland.

                        "We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten - a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads. One night, a wounded soldier not unlike yourself, Tristam, staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn't say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn't give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves.

                        "This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home and he thanked us. He said 'I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here.'

                        "A curse has befallen this noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We have traveled in our time far and wide to find good people - people of passion, resourcefulness and light who might free the dreaded lord from his curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Some of you are already determined to go there, so you should know what to expect."


                        Stanimir eyes each of the three outsiders through the flickering flames.

                        "Vita, your mother I fear lies within the grip of beasts who make their home in the wilderness. Speed I doubt is your answer, for if she yet lives, she does so because of a purpose. You must find out what that purpose is before you seek her."

                        "Tristam, we saw the letter upon your person while you were sleeping. I apolgize for the breach of privacy, but we did not know yet if you would live and we are... a curious people. The burgomaster is known to us, though the villagers do not get along with our kind. The village is very close, just down the road across the border. They have a good tavern there, though we seldom visit it save to sell them wines and food. Seek out your quest there."

                        "Captain Rovana, I fear your ship lies in the militia's hands and even could you access it, you would need coin to hire crew and make repairs. I will say this to you - there is great wealth in our lord's land. It is an ancient realm with many secrets. You may find a treasure there more beautiful than your beloved sea, and one that could grant you both freedom and answers."

                        "The three of you, I advise, to journey together. It will be safer for you that way. It seems according to Tristam's letter, which he may well choose to share with you, that there is an immediate need in the village of Barovia, which shares the same name as the land itself. Once his matter is settled, I recommend you seek out our encampment by the Tser Pool. Our eldest seer, Madame Eva, will wish to speak to you then. Of all Vistani, she alone is blessed with the Gift of Foresight. She will be able to guide your path."


                        At this, the old man fell silent, and the Vistani withdrew to begin packing up their wagons, though Stanimir, Ratka and Damia would remain to answer any questions the group were sure to have.

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                          #13
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                          Sergeant Tristam Graysson
                          At the campsite
                          Tag: introduction

                          Waking up with an aching body, for a moment Tristam wonders what had he been drinking last night. Slowly, the memories return to him, of the letter and of the beast, and he opens his eyes, slowly blinking in the faint illumination of the wagon. Listening to the old man, Tristam slowly feels the poultice on his face. "My thanks to yourself and your sister for your hospitality, good man. Where am I?" that and several other questions that followed were answered, and thus satisfied Tristam falls asleep again.

                          Morning finds the sergeant sleeping late, not an unusual occurrence these days, and when he finally rouses he routinely checks his gear to see if anything is missing or damaged before checking the bandage over his face and any other injuries. Quickly dressing himself, he steps out of the wagon to the sunlight, which for once doesn't feel too bright to face so soon after waking. Politely listening to the introductions, Tristam offers a measured bow in return. "Good morrow to you all. I am Tristam Graysson." Though his rank is clearly visible to anyone who knows of such things, it is perhaps conspicuously absent from his introduction. Eyeing the tiefling with a measure of curiosity marred with a degree of wariness, Tristam takes his share of the breakfast, sitting down to eat, not much caring what it actually is, for hot food is hot food and not be spurned by one who has spent so much of the past months not daring to light a campfire lest an enemy spots the smoke coming from it.
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                            Captain Rovana
                            At the Campsite
                            Tag: All


                            Rovana smirked and pat patted her parrot, brushing through its headfeathers. "Morning. Captain Rovana be me, that is, unless you have come seeking to arrest her, in which case, there is a terrible misunderstanding and that old man has gravly mistaken my identity." Rovana said, unashamedly.

                            She sat down, listening to the Gypsys story, after all, there could be treasure involved!
                            "You've been looking for good people? No wonder you took your time. Eh eh. Ahem." She cleared her throat. "I recommend you take that back old man, there ain't no treasure greater than sailing the seas free to do as you wish and go where you will.

                            .. Though, I'll admit there be a few tempting treasures. Can ye tell me a little more? What kinda treasures are we talking about? Oh, do you have any spare silver? No that I want the money, but I heard those mutts are disinclined to silver weapons.

                            Anyway!"
                            She rushed over to Tristam "You know a woman respects a man in uniform more than any other, what can you tell me of the dangers ahead, you seem injured, would you be able to protect us two even so?" She smiled coyly.

                            (Gonna hit you with a sleight of hand to steal the letter, and a bluff to act all infatuated with someone of military rank.
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                              Vita the Tiefling Warlock
                              At Vistani Campsite, sitting on a stool spooning some stew
                              Tags: Conversation with Rovana.


                              "Huh. I dun see it myself. Unless yah seem to do it on second meetings and such. You dun do weird things when meeting a folk a second time do yah?" Vita's speaking her mind as it is. "Okay." Vita bobbed her head and quickly snabbered a spoon of soup stew in her mouth before speaking again.

                              "Seems ah fine of you then. Much like a uh cart getting stuck in a rut being too overbundled with casks and boxes. Seems like a fine good thing to do then uh. What sort of oafs thunk 'f overloading their carts on the seas?"
                              Vita speaked her mind without much thought. "He sounds like an evil feller if he follows the uh, ships around and takes their crew."

                              Vita leaned in closer, eying the skull and crossbones ontop of the mounds. "Huh. Why'd you have one of those there? Doesn't it uh get embarressing flaunting it all da time?" The tiefling spooned some more stew into her mouth, savoring the flavorful sensation on her tongue. "You ah intended? W-o-oah." Vita breathed out, surprised at someone thinking that quickly ahead of what must have been a dastardly situation.

                              "Anything. I-" She paused, feeling the surefire knowledge and could show it better! She hung the flame she had, light winking out from it as she used her now two free hands to pull and tear a cloth in half. Some rags that were brittle she had on her. "Now uh ah, watch." She spoke it simply and tried to cast it that burned in her mind. "Mending." She spoke with concentration. It took her minute to get that cloth fixed up again as she held up the now no longer torn cloth. "I can repair broken things. Ah think. Like this as long as it isn't? Too big. Like Torn not too much or have a hole bigger then this." As she emphasized the dimensions.

                              ...

                              Vita the Tiefling Warlock
                              Listening on stool
                              Tagged: Introduction of Tristam


                              The parrot speaking had her clapping her hands in delight, and incidentally, splattering the soup on her spoon onto the ground. "Oh! That's! Wow! Ah thats really something!" As the tiefling squealed in delight at seeing such a thing. In all her days she never thought a tall tale like a talking bird to be true.

                              The long tale that erupted from the caravan Leader, the father of Ratka, suddenly spoke of and spouted. It rung too true to be a lie but the picture it showed in her mind. A fear bubbled in her heart, a fear of learning of what might be with her Ma. "Purpose? They keeping mah Ma for some purpose? The beasts are?" She mumbled, her thoughts poking out of her mind and onto her lips as she fell into introspection of it.

                              As she broke from her introspection, Rovana sudden spout of words had her giggling. The dark memories buried in terms of the big tale and meeting of new things. "I ah am, Vita, a tiefling. My identity is ah Vita if you need me for anything. If you ah are not Rovana, then are you Joe?" As the tiefling teased the blond woman while introducing herself to this Tristam. She took a peek at him from her eyes, hoping he'd not notice her eying him. (Handsome check on Tristam Grayson! Hah!)

                              "Ah um, is there any in the uh, land that may help me in uh finding mah Ma and figuring out what those evil wolfmen beasties want with her?" Vita added her own two coppers on the tail end of Rovana's words.
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