Shuistliel
"Oh, shit," Shuistliel said, and called upon his link to the mysterious being that had so recently admonished him. The venom probably wouldn't kill the thing, but it should make it harder for it to do anything to the corvids or to the group. Hoping he doesn't turn an ankle, he drops the fifteen feet to the space below, gripping the axe carefully. He hoped it would be preparing for a physical assault and not the bite it would soon be feeling.
"Does one of you know what the hell this thing is, by the way?" Liel called out as he jumped.
NEW! Character Arcs
Develop a Bond: Shuistliel realizes he has too few friends, and would like to expand his circle of true friends.
Solve a Mystery: There's a ton of questions surrounding the webbing of his neighborhood and the swirl of angry birds aloft, and Shuistliel wants answers to all of them. And he can handle the truth!
Description
Shuistliel is a very handsome man with long silver hair and green eyes the color of fine emeralds. He is dressed as he usually is, in a nice suit, jacket, and pants, and he has his usual snake-headed cane along. He moves quite agilely, like a dancer, perhaps. What's unusual this morning is the black survival combat axe carried in one hand while the cane is tucked under an arm.
Pools
Certes
Accuracy: 3/3
Movement: 2/3
Physicality: 2/2
Perception: 3/3
Qualia
Sorcery: 2/4
Interaction: 2/3
Intellect: 3/3
Sortilege: 1/3
Hidden Knowledge: 10
Injuries:
Wounds:
Anguish:
Rests: 1 round, 1 round, 10 minutes, 1 hour
