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{slide= ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ |open}Scrounging through her things, Kereza pretended to look for the potion. Luckily for her, all the things she kept inside made it an easy task. All she had to do was move her little trinkets back and forth and it easily gave the illusion of trying to find something. For good...

{slide= ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ |open}Concern for her oozed from Devlyn’s every pore. The halfling before her was a far cry from the halfling that first arrived in Barovia. Seeing how much he’d changed caused a flicker of amusement to dance across her eyes. The Devlyn before her was vastly different from the...

{slide= ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ |open}That unfocused look in his eyes persisted even as she word-vomited at him. She knew that he was listening, taking in each of her words as they flew from her mouth but she couldn’t tell if he was listening. Kereza knew that Devlyn thought her daft and absent-minded but she...

{slide= ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ |open}Worry etched itself in lines across her face as Devlyn continued his blank stare at nothing. As far as she could tell, there were no mortal wounds on his body. None that her magic could detect at the very least. But the look in his eyes. She’d seen it before. Not from him but...

{slide= ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ |open}Everything was chaotic. Weapons clanging. Voices shouting the chants for the ritual. People crying in pain. Kereza once had good sight of her friends and family, but she'd lost them in the whirlwind of bodies screaming and crying out in pain. All she knew is that the ritual...

{slide=GENERAL INFORMATION|open}Name: Juniper Vale Nicknames: Something Age: 25 Gender: Female Sexuality: Whatever Clan Name: Valley Clan {/slide}{slide=APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION}Hair Style: Sometimes she leaves it down with her brown waves falling in her face, but when she's concentration...

Her patience is wearing thin. Not that she really had any to begin with. But the relentless back and forth without seeming to get anywhere, Amir's insistent talk of being honorable though he was working for less-than-honorable people, and his talk of wanting money yet not wanting money is really...

At first, Kavarian barely notices the words that Alistair speaks following Amir's hesitant willingness to work with them. Torn between the victory of some semblance of success and indignation at his notion of her being dishonarble, a scoff escapes the goliath's mouth. Barreling right after...

A sneer rises upon Kavarian's face at the farthest guard's incessant barking. Opening her mouth to shout back at him, she stops as Amir responds. Not at all surprised by the venom in his words yet slightly confused at by some of them, Kavarian has no immediate reply. She could tell that careful...

Hearing the resounding footsteps, Kavarian's head turns back towards the outside of the cell. Every fiber within her muscles come to attention, ready to take action to whatever might be coming. She recognizes the drow figure from the previous night, before she'd gotten plastered. It was a setup...

The intense stare she held towards Sardis is first broken by Perric interjecting from his spot in the cage. She backs up a few steps as Perric spoke, rolling her shoulders back in an attempt to loosen the muscles she'd tighten. It hadn't been her intention to start a fight, but it certainly...

Tying off her final braid, Kavarian's eyes narrow at Sardis. The genasi's tone was grating to say the least. The sarcasm lay thick in her words as she addressed those around her. Whether that disdain was directed at them or at the Lady Sardis mentioned was unclear. Either way it irked Kavarian...