06-12-2019, 10:18 PM
Selina frowns at the information. “Necromancy? That is not good to hear. The undead revile me, but perhaps it is associated with something else from that branch...” She trails off in thought. At the mention of the blade not liking the kobold Selina quirks an eyebrow. “That sounds very much like a quality specifically crafted against your kind. Or perhaps...dragonkind in general? And cold iron means it would be crafted against the fey, yesss? Strange...strange indeed. I would very much like to know that the weapon I shall be wielding will not endanger the lives of myself or my allies.”
As day yields to night, she takes a well-earned rest...only to be roused in the morning by the cry of alarm. She is awake and alert, reaching for her weapons and armor, but knows it will take some time for her to don her full plate.
“Have we been boarded?”
As day yields to night, she takes a well-earned rest...only to be roused in the morning by the cry of alarm. She is awake and alert, reaching for her weapons and armor, but knows it will take some time for her to don her full plate.
“Have we been boarded?”
