Sampling and circling the sky, the cleric took mental notes of the terrain’s routes and animals. No sign of man or monster was apparent. Then a garbled voice, that startled the hawk’s flight momentarily, became ever clearer.

[color=c0c0c0]“… That creature was no joke.”[/color]

The fleshy gates, previously closed to the duo of her dilated voids, swayed upward, unveiling a pair of choleric garlands around now constricting dull black cavities, in the presence of abundant light, streaming into her adopted Celestial gaze. The paladin’s tone of compassion invited a release of rigidity from the diviner. Shoulders relaxed. Eyebrows flattened as cheeks arced, divulging a smile of appreciation and a sigh of relief, as invigorating winds rustled their robes.

[color=ec008c]“I had almost forgotten the savor of fright. Thanks be to your bravery, Thea. I remembered our united strength laughed those shadows to scorn.”[/color] Gripping the fleece necklace, she fancied, with a vain wave of her shield arm, a conjured visual map, feint to the touch, but a depiction of their surroundings, just above the ground’s humus. [color=ec008c]“Behold our paradise, judged from the heavens. Gather round. ‘Ere we march on, let us salve our sores, and briefly rest from the prior fitful fever. Cesar, after all satiate to the content of their hearts, give us all a song or signal, before we venture off, further into the Vale.”[/color]

She plopped her armored body next to the illusory cartography, concentrating and altering the facade, ever so slight and often, exacting the minutiae, as she repetitively exchanged sights between fowl and angel. Stealing a glance vis-à-vis with the high-elf, Wick licked her vermilion borders, apropos in emitted Elvish speech, while patting the diary of the [i]Seeker of Knowledge[/i].

[url=https://www.tecendil.com/?q=%E2%80%9CFret+not.+Our+feathered+friend+will+harp+if+nature+no+longer+remains+a+welcoming+hostess.+When+time+abounds%2C+may+we+exchange+runes+as+my+tome+must+mature+anew%3F%E2%80%9D&background=linen] [color=ec008c]“Fret not. Our feathered friend will harp if nature no longer remains a welcoming hostess. When time abounds, may we exchange runes as my tome must mature anew, Haemer?”[/color] [/url]

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Wick waits, foraging the horizons with her familiar’s eyes, unknowing that many have assembled around her. She becomes slightly alarmed from Thea’s voice but is rest assured once she sees her.

Wick then casts Minor Illusion to depict an overhead diagram of their whereabouts, constantly correcting inaccuracies by switching between her avian sight and her own. She is proficient in Nature at 1d20+4, and initially rolls an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2613][color=ec008c]18[/color][/url], in hopes of preserving a precise map of their surroundings.

Wick (on ground, cross-legged, practically similar to prone position)
HP: 17/17
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2)

Spell Slots: Warlock (Level 1) 1/1; Full Spell Caster (Level 2) 3/3

Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest
Fey Presence: 1/short rest
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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Zverda][@JBRam2002][@Hekazu][@Cu Chulainn][@Big Dread]