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Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune Cyrienne's elven eyes didn't have trouble following Najya's swift hand signs. Answering the question whether Najya should go look for Eku, Cyrienne softly hushed back: "Yes, but I'd feel more comfortable if you stuck together." She glanced from Najya to Brox.

Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune “There is always a light where Mariposa walks.” Cyrienne mused quietly; the feint insecurity in her voice did not reflect any doubt in the truth of her words. Instead, Eku’s disappearance had left the elven priestess shaken: Cyrienne wasn’t as much at home in the forest, particularly not a tropical one, as she would like to be. Eku had been not only the group’s guide, to Cyrienne she had been a mentor, helping the wood elf to rediscover her roots. So why did Eku suddenly leave? She probably hadn’t meant to, but that only made it worse: Had something bad happened to her? Her elven eyes measured the aesthetics of the hut as they approached. While Cyrienne wasn’t going to call it picturesque, it did have a certain rustic charm. Nanny Pu’pu was different, though. As hard as Cyrienne tried, she couldn’t find anything classy or graceful about the old lady. However, remaining polite was probably their best course of action, thus Cyrienne pulled it together. When Nanny passed by them, Cyrienne use the moment to speak a prayer in elvish: “Sune, oh Lady of Love, grant me the wisdom to see and intuition to feel.” She made a gesture of bloom towards her eyes and hoped she had spoken the right spell. Thus, one merely sharpened her senses and intuition; the other option would have been a spell to detect poison and disease. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nanny Pu’pu,” the elf maiden lied respectfully, following Nanny Pu’pu to her hut. The human woman probably thought of herself as the ‘elder’, and was used to being considered ‘wise’, and wielded a certain degree of implicit authority amongst tribal humans. That was assuming that she was human and not, say, a hag in disguise who was responsible for the people being missing, including Eku. “As the hour for our visit is indeed odd, we are ever the more grateful for your hospitality. Our little group is enroute to Orolunga; we’ve heard tale of an oracle there. I am Cyrienne Alenuath, priestess devoted to Sune Firehair. And yes, we do indeed have questions. Have people disappeared recently?” The question that was truly burning on Cyrienne’s lips was: Where is Eku, but she didn’t quite dare ask it yet. She tried to make eyes contact with the others – particularly with Najya, if the dark huntress showed herself – and reached out with a hand to Mariposa. OOC Cyrienne speaks upon herself. Concentration, up to one hour, advantage on wisdom checks. Passive Perception and Passive Insight are now 19, respectively.

Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune 24th day Hiding in the tree was much to Cyrienne’s liking. She signaled a ‘thanks’ to Nayja. As agile as she was, Cyrienne probably wouldn’t have been able to climb to the tree on her own, but it helped the wood elf feel somewhat more connected her nature – or at the very least, the romantic notion of wood-elvenness. What she witnessed from up there was not at all to her liking. Ducking in the canopy, she pressed the holy symbol, displaying Lady Firehair’s face, in her hand. Undead. Not because of curse, but as a convenient tool, thoughtlessly manifested negative energy. Not just dead, but less than nothing. It’s very existence an insult to beauty itself. With a glance to her friends, she forced herself to breathe deeply and let the Wizard pass, without unleashing the radiance of Sune’s beauty upon the undead. Upon Artus comment, her mood had suddenly shifted. A fine, genuine laughter sprang from her lips, as she stretched out amongst the branches and leaves. “I am a Sunite, Artus. Dragonbait and you, you’re about the most popular people in this jungle. We Sunites love savouring the glamour of the handsome and famous. I may be a little jealous over that much attention from dangerous folks. Besides, being cross with the Zentharim and the Red Wizards is not a miasma, it’s badge of honour! I wouldn’t want to be separated from you!” She put a hand upon Artus’ and Dragonbait’s shoulder once she found herself a comfortable position. “I hope you're going to tell me you're secret. And I hope we don’t have to go down there any time soon?” She glanced down. The height was a bit frightening. 25th day Cyrienne looked a little puzzled when they reached the base of the cliffs; as far as she could tell, they reached a dead end. When she began to realise that they were supposed to climb this high, she energetically shook her head. "No, this is way too high. We'll have to find another way.... or you'll have to pull me up there. The last time we needed to climb at the hanging bridge, it almost ended in a disaster, I am not going through this again. So..." she signed looked around to ask in her nicest tone. "Please somebody pull me up. I'd ask Mariposa to change into a mountain lion and carry me by the back of my neck, unfortunately I can't transform into a kitten. Or a bird. Or anything."

Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune 21st day While they were talking to Cyas, Cyrienne picked up the feint criticism of the camp's leadership and displayed a smirk. Cyas was a priestess of Ilmater, it felt natural for Cyrienne to assist her. “I knew I would find disease and suffering when I approached this camp. I wasn’t surprised to find narrow minded human militarism either. And yet, in seeking beauty amongst all this, I found it, in compassion, composure and natural grace alike. Sune envies her maimed brother for you. And so do the fey of the forest, I suppose.” She glanced to Mariposa and then held Cyas look. When Cyrienne continued she switched to Elvish and changed her tone to be serious and empathic: “If you want to join us find the root of the Death Curse, you’re welcome. This is a serious offer; you’re as much of my people as you are of theirs and, like me, you may prefer to look for a place in the wild rather than their camps. I am sure Ilmater would love you either way.” She looked over the patients. Cyrienne didn’t really expect Cyas abandon her ways and seek a life in the jungle, but Cyrienne wanted the pretty half-blood to know that the option existed. Still in elvish, Cyrienne concluded: “For now I shall follow your lead, bringing both beauty to the forlorn and solace to the suffering.” Cyrienne continued to tirelessly assist Cyas for the remainder of the day, with magic and physical work alike. 22nd day When Cora and Beacon said their goodbyes, Cyrienne didn't say much, she gave either of them a long firm hug, going onto her knees in Cora's case. As a parting gift, she gave a set of beautiful, handcrafted dice to Cora and a scroll case, decorated with beautiful, entangled flames to Beacon. It seems like Cyrienne made the gifts, though it remains unclear how and when. They both also received a wooden holy symbol of Sune with a streak of Cyrienne's hair worked into it as the goddess' hair. On the back side, declaring that the holder a favourite of Sune. Back in the camp, Cyrienne tries to strike asks the newcomers about stories of their own, willingly shares her own stories, and particularly interested in their preferences, may it be regarding food, music, dances, epic tales, lovers, or weapons. She isn't shy about sharing details about herself, if asked, and will gladly make music accompany Story in playing songs. When the thunder lizards approached, Cyrienne watched them curiously and spoke a prayer in her favour, carefully avoiding any motion that the lizards might consider threatening. She also glanced over to Mariposa, curious whether the lovely fey was about to say 'Hello' in her own unique way. OOC No hunting this night. Cyrienne is focused on the community, the camp and making the night a beautiful experience for everybody. 23rd day When the group ran into two strangers, chased by pterafolk, the tender priestess suddenly let out the fierce warrior within her. With a piercing cry of rage, she raced forward to catch them in the blinding light of Sune's beautiful wrath: holding up her symbol she summoned a light so brilliant that it burned everything to close to her. That left her a little more exposed than she should have been though. The pterafolk were not as weak as goblins. Somebody managed to bust her out with but a few scratches - it was like she had planned on instantly reverting to the role of damsel in distress. From a bit more of a safer distance, she managed to unleash a guiding bolt - almost as brilliant as the previous light of Sune, and ridiculously beautiful to behold for anybody but the targeted creature. After the fight, she welcomed the two of them: "We've heard about you, and I am most curious. But fear not, anybody who manages to seriously annoy the Zentharim is my friend. But please, don't be shy, tell us how this all happened! As a priestess of Sune, I have my connections and will eventually figure it out anyway, so you might as well present your side of the story first." In the night, Cyrienne was once more focused on the camp and the community. She presented herself as open, shameless, and hopefully harmless to the strangers, and danced by the fire in her short fey dress and tries to team up with Mariposa to completely enchant them. Hopefully, she would get them a little tipsy and talkative. In truth, she priestess random frivolousness had more method than she let on elven eyes traced every motion of theirs closely. Her curiosity is only half the motivation, though. In truth, Cyrienne enjoys the game. OOC 2 attacks against the pterafolk: Channel Divinity: Radiance of DawnStarting at 2nd level, you can use your Channel Divinity to harness sunlight, banishing darkness and dealing radiant damage to your foes. As an action, you present your holy symbol, and any magical darkness within 30 feet of you is dispelled. Additionally, each hostile creature within 30 feet of you must make a Constitution saving throw. A creature takes radiant damage equal to 2d10 + your cleric level on a failed saving throw, and half as much damage on a successful one. A creature that has total cover from you is not affected. - Cyrienne rushes ahead to avoid exposing allies to harm, catching at least two, preferably three of the enemies. Subjects take 9 damage (roll below - not that I only added +3 for level, but Cyrienne is level 4, thus it should be 9, not eight), Constitution Save DC 14 halves. Spread over several targets. Attack rolls and damage rolls below. Evening: Cyrienne tries to bewitch Artus and Dragonbait for sports. Preferably in a tag-team with Mariposa. Both insight and persuasion rolls. And, given anything of sufficient spirits, mildly intoxicate them. Performance & Insight rolls. (Note that Cyrienne's persuasion and performance are the same, so it doesn't really matter which she rolls.) If anybody else wants to try anything, Cyrienne will happily provide a distraction. (to be continued...)

Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune Cyrienne seems slightly irritated by a few of the remarks and remains watchful - she doesn't really trust any of these people. To Brox, she cast a curious smile, though - she didn't really know what to say, but she wanted him to know that he was invited. "I will do what I can help then; to fight the disease and restore beauty and grace." Cyrienne tenderly took Mariposa's hand of her shoulder but kept holding it when she turned to the entrance of the tent. She intended to find out on her own how she could be most useful in helping - first making sure she had clean water and cloths if she had to.

I hope you're not waiting for me to post anything...

Myriawen is a social creature... she said what she was going to do before she acted and nobody else said anything. Barbarossa decided that Myriawen did in fact step out, I only announced the intend.

Appearance Ancestry: Arctic Elf | Sex: Female | Ethnicity: Ilverani | Age: 172 | Height: 5' 8" | Weight: 118 lbs. Like any arctic elf Myriawen is frosty on the surface, yet there is a quality to her that makes it appear like her vains were burning with the fire of barely tamed passion. It is impossible to tell how old she is; her skin is flawless, yet her bright blue eyes reflect memories of ages. She is always calm and soft; she easily shys away from loud noises, yet her voice has, in its softness, an irresistible quality to it. Sometimes she doesn't even need to use her voice, a faint knowing smile of hers alone can settle a fight between two Broken Tusks. It is common knowledge that she can commune with other half-elves and elves without using words. Statblock Myriawen Syornmaiden, Bard 1 NG Medium Elf Arctic Elf Humanoid Perception +5; Low-Light Vision Languages Common, Elven Skills Acrobatics +5, Athletics -1, Crafting +5, Deception +7, Diplomacy +7, Intimidation +7, Lore: Bardic +5, Lore: Genealogy +5, Occultism +5, Performance +7, Stealth +5, Survival +3 Str +0, Dex +3, Con +0, Int +2, Wis +0, Cha +4 Items Studded Leather, Backpack, Bedroll, Chalk (10), Flint and Steel, Rope, Rations (2), Torch (5), Waterskin, Soap, Sling Bullets (20), Musical Instrument (Handheld), Clothing (Winter) AC 18; Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 HP 14; Resistances cold 1 Speed 30 feet Melee Dagger +6 (Agile, Finesse, Thrown 10 ft., Versatile S), Damage 1d4 P Melee Rapier +6 (Deadly d8, Disarm, Finesse), Damage 1d6 P Ranged Sling +6 (Propulsive), Damage 1d6 B Occult Known Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st , , (2 slots); Cantrips , , , , Occult Innate Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st ; Cantrips Focus Spells (1 points) Counter Performance Area 60-foot emanation Your performance protects you and your allies. Roll a Performance check for a type you know: an auditory performance if the trigger was auditory, or a visual one for a visual trigger. You and allies in the area can use the better result between your Performance check and the saving throw. Inspire Courage Area 60-foot emanation Duration 1 round You inspire your allies with words or tunes of encouragement. You and all allies in the area gain a +1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects. Additional Feats , , , Additional Specials Myriawen wasn't particularly fond of the crude sexual advances towards her, but she was more worried about those two guys than herself - she had no doubt that her friends would kill the strangers, should those dare touch her. "That is not how I usually pick my mates. Let's take it one step at a time. But seriously, put your swords down for now..." she let her fingers sheath of her fine elven rapier, but then waved dismissively. "Do you have a camp site nearby? Otherwise... how about we set up a fire over there?" Since they were encircling her, Myriawen nonchalantly passed through between the strangers, with a smirk on her face as the only comment on the human's crude mating behaviour. Not only to demonstrate that she wasn't afraid, but to direct their attention away from her friends. As she passed through, she addressed them with what sounded like a sultry invitation in Elvish: ! In a way, it was an invitation. Just not for them. OOC Elvish: "Now would be a really good time!"

Well, alright, then I don't speak a spell. I would also like to change my spell selection considering this interpretation of the obviousness of a charm spell, because that makes it useless.

Appearance Ancestry: Arctic Elf | Sex: Female | Ethnicity: Ilverani | Age: 172 | Height: 5' 8" | Weight: 118 lbs. Like any arctic elf Myriawen is frosty on the surface, yet there is a quality to her that makes it appear like her vains were burning with the fire of barely tamed passion. It is impossible to tell how old she is; her skin is flawless, yet her bright blue eyes reflect memories of ages. She is always calm and soft; she easily shys away from loud noises, yet her voice has, in its softness, an irresistible quality to it. Sometimes she doesn't even need to use her voice, a faint knowing smile of hers alone can settle a fight between two Broken Tusks. It is common knowledge that she can commune with other half-elves and elves without using words. Statblock Myriawen Syornmaiden, Bard 1 NG Medium Elf Arctic Elf Humanoid Perception +5; Low-Light Vision Languages Common, Elven Skills Acrobatics +5, Athletics -1, Crafting +5, Deception +7, Diplomacy +7, Intimidation +7, Lore: Bardic +5, Lore: Genealogy +5, Occultism +5, Performance +7, Stealth +5, Survival +3 Str +0, Dex +3, Con +0, Int +2, Wis +0, Cha +4 Items Studded Leather, Backpack, Bedroll, Chalk (10), Flint and Steel, Rope, Rations (2), Torch (5), Waterskin, Soap, Sling Bullets (20), Musical Instrument (Handheld), Clothing (Winter) AC 18; Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 HP 14; Resistances cold 1 Speed 30 feet Melee Dagger +6 (Agile, Finesse, Thrown 10 ft., Versatile S), Damage 1d4 P Melee Rapier +6 (Deadly d8, Disarm, Finesse), Damage 1d6 P Ranged Sling +6 (Propulsive), Damage 1d6 B Occult Known Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st , , (2 slots); Cantrips , , , , Occult Innate Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st ; Cantrips Focus Spells (1 points) Counter Performance Area 60-foot emanation Your performance protects you and your allies. Roll a Performance check for a type you know: an auditory performance if the trigger was auditory, or a visual one for a visual trigger. You and allies in the area can use the better result between your Performance check and the saving throw. Inspire Courage Area 60-foot emanation Duration 1 round You inspire your allies with words or tunes of encouragement. You and all allies in the area gain a +1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects. Additional Feats , , , Additional Specials Myriawen took a deep breath as she approached the poachers. That they immediately drew their weapons didn’t help, but Myriawen didn’t let on, but gave them a radiant smile instead. “Do not be alarmed, strangers…” she kept her hands visible as she approached, yet her posture remained curious and natural. Her intonation was that of a song – which was perfectly normal for her when she spoke aloud. As soon as she was within 30 feet of them, she halted, waved her hand in a complicated fashion, and sang an intricate elven formula. Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice that this ‘greeting’ carried the power of a charm spell; in elven cultures, the distinction was often blurry anyway. “I am Myriawen of the Broken Tusks. Would you like to sit by the fire with me, so we may share songs and stories?” She played a triplet of tunes on her flute to indicate that she was quite capable, but, after that, she allowed a little scepticism to slip into her voice: “I did notice poisonous traps in the area, in which wounded animals were caught. More than you could eat...” OOC If they let her speak for a minute, she will go on talking and try to . Myriawen is casting a spell. Wisdom vs. Occult DC 17.

Myriawen would like to approach them and try a charm spell on them if need be... However, if you have other plans, I can leave it be.

Appearance Ancestry: Arctic Elf | Sex: Female | Ethnicity: Ilverani | Age: 172 | Height: 5' 8" | Weight: 118 lbs. Like any arctic elf Myriawen is frosty on the surface, yet there is a quality to her that makes it appear like her vains were burning with the fire of barely tamed passion. It is impossible to tell how old she is; her skin is flawless, yet her bright blue eyes reflect memories of ages. She is always calm and soft; she easily shys away from loud noises, yet her voice has, in its softness, an irresistible quality to it. Sometimes she doesn't even need to use her voice, a faint knowing smile of hers alone can settle a fight between two Broken Tusks. It is common knowledge that she can commune with other half-elves and elves without using words. Statblock Myriawen Syornmaiden, Bard 1 NG Medium Elf Arctic Elf Humanoid Perception +5; Low-Light Vision Languages Common, Elven Skills Acrobatics +5, Athletics -1, Crafting +5, Deception +7, Diplomacy +7, Intimidation +7, Lore: Bardic +5, Lore: Genealogy +5, Occultism +5, Performance +7, Stealth +5, Survival +3 Str +0, Dex +3, Con +0, Int +2, Wis +0, Cha +4 Items Studded Leather, Backpack, Bedroll, Chalk (10), Flint and Steel, Rope, Rations (2), Torch (5), Waterskin, Soap, Sling Bullets (20), Musical Instrument (Handheld), Clothing (Winter) AC 18; Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 HP 14; Resistances cold 1 Speed 30 feet Melee Dagger +6 (Agile, Finesse, Thrown 10 ft., Versatile S), Damage 1d4 P Melee Rapier +6 (Deadly d8, Disarm, Finesse), Damage 1d6 P Ranged Sling +6 (Propulsive), Damage 1d6 B Occult Known Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st , , (2 slots); Cantrips , , , , Occult Innate Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st ; Cantrips Focus Spells (1 points) Counter Performance Area 60-foot emanation Your performance protects you and your allies. Roll a Performance check for a type you know: an auditory performance if the trigger was auditory, or a visual one for a visual trigger. You and allies in the area can use the better result between your Performance check and the saving throw. Inspire Courage Area 60-foot emanation Duration 1 round You inspire your allies with words or tunes of encouragement. You and all allies in the area gain a +1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects. Additional Feats , , , Additional Specials There was a brief mischievous smirk upon Myriwen's face when she saw the two strangers. So, that is what hurt Buttercup. She didn't particularly like the thought of strange trappers in Broken Tusk territory, but she wasn't willing to let the situation succumb to violence because of it. Still, she would like to have a word with those two. However, even if it weren't for her friends, who gave Myriawen cover, she didn't really think those two strangers could resist her song. She gave a sign to the others to stay low and hushed: "I'll try approach them from over there and talk to them... will you give me cover? Would one of you like to join me?"

Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune Cyrienne had snapped to Breakbone on his initial retort. In a sudden outburst of fury, she spit back with poisonous glowing eyes: “You won’t win over the Goddess favour by rejecting the goddess gift; holding on to beauty is always worthwhile, even in the face of death.” Her sudden fury faded quickly though. With merely a hint of arrogance she posed and waved a hand dismissively, just as a human noble woman might over a servant’s uneducated foolishness: “However, I will help rectify the situation.” She listened to the suggested course of action with scepticism. A little meekly she admitted: “If you’re people are struck with the curse… I am afraid there is little I can do. I can heal mundane diseases, not the Death Curse. For all I know, nobody can resurrect those who died to the curse, not the high priestess of my own cult, nor that of Kelemvor – the souls remain entrapped by the curse even after death and without the soul, none can be brought back to life.” She gave a slightly confused look to Firebeard – as a priest of Moradin, he knew all that as well as she did. The look she gave to Breakbone was no less confused, as she wasn’t quite sure what he was suggesting. “And I am afraid we cannot interrupt our journey for long enough for you to organise a logistic chain to Port Nyenzaru. I am not sure whether that is particularly wise, anyway. Prince Wakanga has no love for you. You might be better off trying to establish good relations with the peoples of the jungle – the Aarakocra feared you, which is why they avoid contact. First impressions are important.” She nodded to Brigg’s suggestion. “I would like to see the sick, so I may do Sune’s work. As for you…” she gave him a long, measuring look, but the playful smirk around her lips betrayed her feigned scepticism as a tease. “The help of a healthy and strong companion would be welcome if you’re loyal to the team. Why come with us rather than return to Port Nyenzaru?” She sniffed a little, so to pick up his smell... and immediately regretted it as the stench of the camp nearly overwhelmed her.

Appearance Age 129 | Height 5' 11" (1.80m) | Weight 126 lbs. (57kg) | Hair Copper Red | Eyes Emerald Green | Complexion Pale Bronze Description Cyrienne is a fiery wood elf maiden, with blazing red curls and expressive emerald eyes, and sharp cut features. She is naturally curvier than most elves, but not excessively so. She wears a green wood elven armour complete with yellow cape. While it is as authentic a wood elf armour as it gets, it does appear to sacrifice some functionality for grace, and some carmouflage for appeal. Nevertheless, it still provides both, along with protection. The silver brooch, which fixates the cloak upon her shoulder, is holy symbol of Sune. Statblock Sheet Cyrienne Alenuath | Alignment Chaotic good | Type medium humanoid (elf) | Classes Cleric (Light) 3 | Background Acolyte Init +3 | AC 15 (leather) | Senses 60' darkvision | Passive Insight 15; Investigation 9; Perception 15 | Saves Str -1, Dex +3, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +3, Cha +2 Immunities/Resistances Adv. on saving throws vs. magical charms Immune to magical sleep effects Languages Common, Elvish, Sylvan HD 3/3d8 | HP 15/15 | Warding Flare ☐☐☐ | Channel Divinity ☐ | Arrows 20/20 | Spell Slots I: ☒☐☐☐ II: ☐☐ Underscored: Replenish on long rest | Italic : Replenish on short or long rest. | Numbers count available resources, not used resources. | "☐" indicates an available resource, "☒" used resource. Status - | Effects - | Concentrating on Detect Poison & Disease | Hands Main -, Off Holy Symbol Durations in rds. denote the remaining rounds after the current one. Chaotic Good Female Wood Elf Cleric of Sune Cyrienne walked upright through the camp and tried her best to appear confident, yet the truth was, she was anything but. She had decided to help these people, because, well, it was the graceful thing to do. However, with every step she wondered whether her desire to stand out with her beauty and love and lured everybody into a death trap; everybody but Mariposa that is, Cyrienne was confident that the faun would always find an escape route. She was still talking to silken handkerchief with a faint scent of rose water when scanned the people in the tent for diseases. Finally, she addressed the paladin of Tyr. "I am Cyrienne Alenuath, priestess devoted to Sune, the Princess of Passion." She sighed and spread her free left hand off in affected gesture. "I must confess, the lack of beauty and grace to this camp is so striking that entering was not an easy decision, however, it seems like the Goddess of Beauty still remembers and sent me to bestow you, through me, with grace." Still speaking through her handkerchief, she seemed even more affected than usual, she was playing the part of the opinion that she suspected the paladin of Tyr already had of her. "We encountered the undead coming from Port Nyenzaru on the road, so we already suspected an assault on the Camp. However, the remains of Camp Righteous remain undisturbed. Aside from a group of goblins that is. However, they were very mean and couldn't bear the light of her beauty. They're dead now." "So..." she paused as though she had to think about something she forgot. "By the virtue of beauty and love bestowed upon me, I can cure up to two people of one disease, respectively, provide purified water and make sure your food is free of disease. It's not much, but maybe it can help turn the fate of this camp and return it to grace." OOC Active light spell, concentrating a 'Detect Poison and Disease Spell'

Appearance Ancestry: Arctic Elf | Sex: Female | Ethnicity: Ilverani | Age: 172 | Height: 5' 8" | Weight: 118 lbs. Like any arctic elf Myriawen is frosty on the surface, yet there is a quality to her that makes it appear like her vains were burning with the fire of barely tamed passion. It is impossible to tell how old she is; her skin is flawless, yet her bright blue eyes reflect memories of ages. She is always calm and soft; she easily shys away from loud noises, yet her voice has, in its softness, an irresistible quality to it. Sometimes she doesn't even need to use her voice, a faint knowing smile of hers alone can settle a fight between two Broken Tusks. It is common knowledge that she can commune with other half-elves and elves without using words. Statblock Myriawen Syornmaiden, Bard 1 NG Medium Elf Arctic Elf Humanoid Perception +5; Low-Light Vision Languages Common, Elven Skills Acrobatics +5, Athletics -1, Crafting +5, Deception +7, Diplomacy +7, Intimidation +7, Lore: Bardic +5, Lore: Genealogy +5, Occultism +5, Performance +7, Stealth +5, Survival +3 Str +0, Dex +3, Con +0, Int +2, Wis +0, Cha +4 Items Studded Leather, Backpack, Bedroll, Chalk (10), Flint and Steel, Rope, Rations (2), Torch (5), Waterskin, Soap, Sling Bullets (20), Musical Instrument (Handheld), Clothing (Winter) AC 18; Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +5 HP 14; Resistances cold 1 Speed 30 feet Melee Dagger +6 (Agile, Finesse, Thrown 10 ft., Versatile S), Damage 1d4 P Melee Rapier +6 (Deadly d8, Disarm, Finesse), Damage 1d6 P Ranged Sling +6 (Propulsive), Damage 1d6 B Occult Known Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st , , (2 slots); Cantrips , , , , Occult Innate Spells DC 17, attack +7; 1st ; Cantrips Focus Spells (1 points) Counter Performance Area 60-foot emanation Your performance protects you and your allies. Roll a Performance check for a type you know: an auditory performance if the trigger was auditory, or a visual one for a visual trigger. You and allies in the area can use the better result between your Performance check and the saving throw. Inspire Courage Area 60-foot emanation Duration 1 round You inspire your allies with words or tunes of encouragement. You and all allies in the area gain a +1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects. Additional Feats , , , Additional Specials Myriawen had been of good spirits during their journey and played her flute as they travelled along. When they reached the clearing the elf was suddenly quiet and her pointy ears moved as she tried to make sense of the sounds that they heard.