D&D: Female Drow Ranger
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| - | You walk down the streets, enjoying the nights cool air caressing your thighs and your shoulders. Your skin | + | You walk down the streets, enjoying the nights cool air caressing your thighs and your shoulders. Your skin melds great against the night and you can feel the moon shines against you. It has been years since you've left your Underdark cousin and you always regret it during the day but in the night, all this fades away. Your profession has made your shape even more pronounced. You're an excellent marksman and your natural agility is only enhanced and when all this fails, you always have your wits and your charms. You give a second to take notice of your body. Your curves are pronounced and your healthy lifestyle keeps you in shape. Not a single fat in sights, and your outfit takes advantage of everything about your body. |
The black leather and linen shirt that ends in a skirt and stick to your skin is very pleasant to wear and to see. You complete your outfit with tights high brown and black leather boots and a pin hold your snow-white hair in a pony-tail. Although very comfortable, it also makes the breeze of the night wind swoop in under your skirt and caress your thighs in coolness. | The black leather and linen shirt that ends in a skirt and stick to your skin is very pleasant to wear and to see. You complete your outfit with tights high brown and black leather boots and a pin hold your snow-white hair in a pony-tail. Although very comfortable, it also makes the breeze of the night wind swoop in under your skirt and caress your thighs in coolness. | ||
| - | You are making your way towards a tavern. Work has been slow lately and you need to find something to do. You always comes to this tavern. And while the surface dwellers still don't trust drows, the people of that joint became accustom to you. Being the only tavern you don't risk getting burned on the pyre for saying a wrong word makes it worth something. You enter the door and and salute the barkeep. The room is busier then usuals. Walking to the barkeeper, you ask for a glass of | + | You are making your way towards a tavern. Work has been slow lately and you need to find something to do. You always comes to this tavern. And while the surface dwellers still don't trust drows, the people of that joint became accustom to you. Being the only tavern you don't risk getting burned on the pyre for saying a wrong word makes it worth something. You enter the door and and salute the barkeep. The room is busier then usuals. Walking to the barkeeper, you ask for a glass of Elven wine while putting a few coins of silver on the tab. |
[[D&D: You ask the barkeep what is the word around]] | [[D&D: You ask the barkeep what is the word around]] | ||
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[[D&D: You go look at the group of guards wearing the city's milita's color and ask them for work]] | [[D&D: You go look at the group of guards wearing the city's milita's color and ask them for work]] | ||
| - | [[D&D: You ask the | + | [[D&D: You ask the barmaids for information]] |
[[D&D: You go look at the bounty's billboard and see if there is work for you]] | [[D&D: You go look at the bounty's billboard and see if there is work for you]] | ||
[[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]] | [[Category:Dungeons and Dragons]] | ||
Revision as of 00:09, 13 June 2017
You walk down the streets, enjoying the nights cool air caressing your thighs and your shoulders. Your skin melds great against the night and you can feel the moon shines against you. It has been years since you've left your Underdark cousin and you always regret it during the day but in the night, all this fades away. Your profession has made your shape even more pronounced. You're an excellent marksman and your natural agility is only enhanced and when all this fails, you always have your wits and your charms. You give a second to take notice of your body. Your curves are pronounced and your healthy lifestyle keeps you in shape. Not a single fat in sights, and your outfit takes advantage of everything about your body.
The black leather and linen shirt that ends in a skirt and stick to your skin is very pleasant to wear and to see. You complete your outfit with tights high brown and black leather boots and a pin hold your snow-white hair in a pony-tail. Although very comfortable, it also makes the breeze of the night wind swoop in under your skirt and caress your thighs in coolness.
You are making your way towards a tavern. Work has been slow lately and you need to find something to do. You always comes to this tavern. And while the surface dwellers still don't trust drows, the people of that joint became accustom to you. Being the only tavern you don't risk getting burned on the pyre for saying a wrong word makes it worth something. You enter the door and and salute the barkeep. The room is busier then usuals. Walking to the barkeeper, you ask for a glass of Elven wine while putting a few coins of silver on the tab.
D&D: You ask the barkeep what is the word around
D&D: You go look at the group of guards wearing the city's milita's color and ask them for work
D&D: You ask the barmaids for information
D&D: You go look at the bounty's billboard and see if there is work for you
