Tuesday pointed her finger at Bobby, mustering up something wild and fierce.
Tuesday - "Look here, bucko. I'm not drunk, and I'm not your lass. I'm Tuesday, from Sylvan."
She made an obsequious bow to Jabril.
Tuesday - "Sorry. You know how it is, one day you meet a handsome, tall, almost fluent in Common human, and you just have to bed them. My most sincere apologies.
On the Wind, Across the Sea Name Tuesday d’Etrienne Age/Weight/Height 28/ 133 lbs./ 5’7” Appearance At a moderate height for women, Tuesday is fairly thin compared to her family members. Her slight figure is the result of much running and exercise, tumbling with her brothers and neighbors. Her bosom is also slight, much to her chagrin, though she often makes up for it with full cinnabar-colored lips, a dimpled smile, and eyes of pale sky grey. Her almost dark ruby hair is kept long, colored by some magical Sylvan product. It’s a bit wavy, and to her delight, stays mostly glossy as well. Apparel She wears loose black cotton leggings, tied around her waist with an emerald green sash. The sash is adorned with many small pins and charms, often small timepieces, clouds, and moons. She has low heeled dark brown leather boots, stylized with numbers up to twelve repeating embossed into the upper lip. She wears a cream colored blouse, loose enough to move in, but still ready to show off her figure. Over her blouse, she has a cut-off dark green leather jacket. On her right wrist, she has a machinist timepiece that doesn’t seem to tell the time (if accurately). On her left hand, she has a silver signet marketed with the seal of her House. History One daughter of a prominent Sylvan family which has invested much time in the fine upbringing of their children, Tuesday is perhaps a touch more whimsical than her sister Sunday. She studied arts generally unstudied by the Etrienne family, focusing on the interesting connections between storm magics and force, and realized one day, that enough practice and power would allow her to basically fly... She now seeks a bit of adventure with that freedom, and maybe someone to share her adventures with.
Skills and Abilities Defender: Strikes made with her shield have an increased strength effect of one, though she is normally not much of a fighter herself. Warrior: Tuesday is a member of the Warrior’s society, training in the formidable art of Counter Maneuvers.
Level 1: When one of your blows are blocked, you may strike back lightly to inflict half the damage that your strike normally would deal.
Wind Walker: As a fledgling dual-ist, Tuesday’s grasp of storm and force magics allows her to master a spell that lets her step upon air as if it were actual stairs.
Level 1: Generate an upwards burst of wind and raw force beneath your, slowing your descent if you fall uncontrolled, or allowing you to make a controlled descent from any height as if walking down an invisible flight of stairs.
Spells
Storm
1 - Drift - Thicken the air beneath you just enough that if you are falling it slows your decent and allows for a soft landing.
2 - Drain - Your touch can drain the bioelectricity from a person, tiring them and causing a brief spasm of weakness.
Force
1 - Foothold - The next step you take meets equal upward force, allowing that step to land on a surface level with the last step you took, granting you an extra step or two over open air or liquid.
Dual Art (Storm/Force)
? - Windwalk - See above
Weapons Crest of the Moon: An old d’Etrienne relic, this kite shaped shield is made of a sturdy steel, polished to a mirror sheen on the outside. From the inside, various love notes have been carved into the shield over the years, by various amorous partners of the House d’Etrienne. Its edges are bladed.
Misc.
A silver locket with the picture of her favorite sister and brother
A white metal pocketwatch
Fighter’s sigil
And an excellent distraction Voli was. Meaaaaaaaaat.
Servius seemed to do the right thing, perhaps. His face was splashed with a gout of blackened blood, covering his face, and much of his chest. The worm stopped chasing after Voli for a moment, roaring.
On the flipside, Kherren found that his might was enough to lift the scale fairly high but unable to actually detach it.
Hart started backing away, his primary action complete. He lashed out with his gauntleted hand to keep a whipping tentacle from hitting his face.
Yaagh decimated many tentacles, working his way closer to the heart of the beast, with its maw and eye. He found that his vision was getting blurry, mostly due to the bluish blood covering him.
As they ran forward, they came across a mess of brambles and bones. There was a large mass of flesh, writhing with tentacles and a gruesome eye gazing at them. It opened its horrific maw, lines of jagged teeth. All three felt tentacles wrap around their feet.
Dalea was more or less correct. Alexis's shot released a gout of flame as the bullet hit ruby. Arl got thrown backward as the beast slammed into her, the sword barely making purchase on the beetle's shell.
The Huntress shot a few arrows, directing the Gorion away from Quinn and Arl.
The wyrm, defunct of understanding language, reared itself toward the most threatening force, which did seem to be the polar bear. It began to rush forward toward the biggest piece of meat, maw spinning. The chains from Kherren sent the beast off course, thereby only roughly in the polar bear's direction.
Tuesday - "Sorry, messr elf. Have I met you before? I could swear I've seen a pictograph of you."
Tuesday - "Look here, bucko. I'm not drunk, and I'm not your lass. I'm Tuesday, from Sylvan."
She made an obsequious bow to Jabril.
Tuesday - "Sorry. You know how it is, one day you meet a handsome, tall, almost fluent in Common human, and you just have to bed them. My most sincere apologies.
These Are The Things All Wise Men Fear
Tuesday d'Etrienne
On the Wind, Across the Sea
The others heard a fairly loud woman shout. Tuesday exited the bar.
Tuesday - "JABRIL. I'm done! Rassfrassin' initiates think they can get into your breeches and get you to spend the night. I'm a woman, not a whore."
She saw the others and stopped in her tracks.
Tuesday - "Oh. Haha. Hello..."
Name Tuesday d’Etrienne
Age/Weight/Height 28/ 133 lbs./ 5’7”
Appearance At a moderate height for women, Tuesday is fairly thin compared to her family members. Her slight figure is the result of much running and exercise, tumbling with her brothers and neighbors. Her bosom is also slight, much to her chagrin, though she often makes up for it with full cinnabar-colored lips, a dimpled smile, and eyes of pale sky grey. Her almost dark ruby hair is kept long, colored by some magical Sylvan product. It’s a bit wavy, and to her delight, stays mostly glossy as well.
Apparel She wears loose black cotton leggings, tied around her waist with an emerald green sash. The sash is adorned with many small pins and charms, often small timepieces, clouds, and moons. She has low heeled dark brown leather boots, stylized with numbers up to twelve repeating embossed into the upper lip. She wears a cream colored blouse, loose enough to move in, but still ready to show off her figure. Over her blouse, she has a cut-off dark green leather jacket. On her right wrist, she has a machinist timepiece that doesn’t seem to tell the time (if accurately). On her left hand, she has a silver signet marketed with the seal of her House.
History One daughter of a prominent Sylvan family which has invested much time in the fine upbringing of their children, Tuesday is perhaps a touch more whimsical than her sister Sunday. She studied arts generally unstudied by the Etrienne family, focusing on the interesting connections between storm magics and force, and realized one day, that enough practice and power would allow her to basically fly... She now seeks a bit of adventure with that freedom, and maybe someone to share her adventures with.
Skills and Abilities
Defender: Strikes made with her shield have an increased strength effect of one, though she is normally not much of a fighter herself.
Warrior: Tuesday is a member of the Warrior’s society, training in the formidable art of Counter Maneuvers.
Level 1: When one of your blows are blocked, you may strike back lightly to inflict half the damage that your strike normally would deal.
Wind Walker: As a fledgling dual-ist, Tuesday’s grasp of storm and force magics allows her to master a spell that lets her step upon air as if it were actual stairs.Level 1: Generate an upwards burst of wind and raw force beneath your, slowing your descent if you fall uncontrolled, or allowing you to make a controlled descent from any height as if walking down an invisible flight of stairs.
Spells
Storm
1 - Drift - Thicken the air beneath you just enough that if you are falling it slows your decent and allows for a soft landing.
2 - Drain - Your touch can drain the bioelectricity from a person, tiring them and causing a brief spasm of weakness.
Force
1 - Foothold - The next step you take meets equal upward force, allowing that step to land on a surface level with the last step you took, granting you an extra step or two over open air or liquid.
Dual Art (Storm/Force)
? - Windwalk - See above
Weapons
Crest of the Moon: An old d’Etrienne relic, this kite shaped shield is made of a sturdy steel, polished to a mirror sheen on the outside. From the inside, various love notes have been carved into the shield over the years, by various amorous partners of the House d’Etrienne. Its edges are bladed.
Misc.
A silver locket with the picture of her favorite sister and brother
A white metal pocketwatch
Fighter’s sigil
Currency
15 gold
Servius seemed to do the right thing, perhaps. His face was splashed with a gout of blackened blood, covering his face, and much of his chest. The worm stopped chasing after Voli for a moment, roaring.
On the flipside, Kherren found that his might was enough to lift the scale fairly high but unable to actually detach it.
Yaagh decimated many tentacles, working his way closer to the heart of the beast, with its maw and eye. He found that his vision was getting blurry, mostly due to the bluish blood covering him.
Lucian was probably wise to back away with Hart.
Jeb's bones got gnashed up, though a tibia hit Kherren in the face.
Kherren's chain did little.
It drew closer to the large sack of meat.
Hart grabs Yaagh's shoulder and casts Incite twice on him.
The Huntress shot a few arrows, directing the Gorion away from Quinn and Arl.