» Half-drow Divination Wizard 2/Artificer 11 (5e)
#DNDRP #BSKYRP | Written by bardlockcafe
art by maetheellen and van gogh
As she rattles off her questions, she jogs back the short distance to where she'd tied her pony. From it's saddlebags, she takes a moderate backpack and a small pouch she carefully,
As she rattles off her questions, she jogs back the short distance to where she'd tied her pony. From it's saddlebags, she takes a moderate backpack and a small pouch she carefully,
The Underdark," she continues, mindful that he's not of this world, "is a dangerous subterranean realm with its own unique ecosystem. There are some handful of humanoid races among those that call it home."
They enter as she answers, and she leads on
The Underdark," she continues, mindful that he's not of this world, "is a dangerous subterranean realm with its own unique ecosystem. There are some handful of humanoid races among those that call it home."
They enter as she answers, and she leads on
"He should be j– Oh," she emerges from her thoughts to begin speaking just as he does, but quickly changes gears when prompted with a question. "Drow are a subrace
"He should be j– Oh," she emerges from her thoughts to begin speaking just as he does, but quickly changes gears when prompted with a question. "Drow are a subrace
Always a little distracting,
Always a little distracting,
Well! Would you like to start now or should I come back another day?"
Well! Would you like to start now or should I come back another day?"
When her smile lights up her face, he could just about watch it turn to pure solar energy powering the machines of potential & possibility that fired in her mind. The last neighbor she'd visited had warned her off Kent Farm.
Good thing she rarely took second-hand reports at face value.
When her smile lights up her face, he could just about watch it turn to pure solar energy powering the machines of potential & possibility that fired in her mind. The last neighbor she'd visited had warned her off Kent Farm.
Good thing she rarely took second-hand reports at face value.
"Oh, who could blame him?" She quips back. "Some mornings, we're out in the field so long I think my mittens will freeze onto me. No more tinkering if they did, y'know?
The reason I'm here," she becomes a little more direct again,
"Oh, who could blame him?" She quips back. "Some mornings, we're out in the field so long I think my mittens will freeze onto me. No more tinkering if they did, y'know?
The reason I'm here," she becomes a little more direct again,
"I was wondering if you make much use of mechanical equipment here on your farm."
"I was wondering if you make much use of mechanical equipment here on your farm."
"Lovely day, isn't it? I'm not sure we've met.
"Lovely day, isn't it? I'm not sure we've met.
She dismounted after a steady pace to the farmhouse, climbed its steps, and knocked politely at its front door.
She dismounted after a steady pace to the farmhouse, climbed its steps, and knocked politely at its front door.
It's some years before she'll lose two limbs to her work, and more before illness would take her; she already knows to anticipate the former, thanks to eyes so much like her father's.
She was known in the area by now,
It's some years before she'll lose two limbs to her work, and more before illness would take her; she already knows to anticipate the former, thanks to eyes so much like her father's.
She was known in the area by now,
Fortunately, Master Wands keeps a close eye on anything patented within his employ. I sleep a little easier."
Fortunately, Master Wands keeps a close eye on anything patented within his employ. I sleep a little easier."
"Um, a pleasure. Tes'serana Whitgear, at your service." Her name is known among inventors, but... she doesn't expect much recognition of it from the warrior.
"Um, a pleasure. Tes'serana Whitgear, at your service." Her name is known among inventors, but... she doesn't expect much recognition of it from the warrior.