[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f26522]Azra Flametongue[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]

[color=f26522]"How do I like it? I fucking love it!"[/color] Azra exclaimed at the Tortle's elaborate storytelling performance, applauding wildly as he did so. All thoughts of boredom fled from his mind, which became filled instead with images of the mythical jungles of chult and their giant ferocious lizards. Such a performance, with such passion, from such an unexpected source. He had to give his review, of course, to show what an attentive and appreciative audience he was. 

[color=f26522]"Wonderful, simply wonderful, my friend. I was not wrong when I said you were natural performer, and I can definitely see that pizazz now. You were just hiding it under that shell of yours before! My favourite part was the-"[/color] From over his shoulder Azra heard the driver shout something, probably just more congratulations. 

[color=f26522]"Quiet please, I am trying to give my review as an audience member. Now where was I? Ah yes, the sound design of this piece. Outstanding! Really the highlight of the whole thing, such dynamic use of the your voice and the use of thaumaturgy to produce the rumbling and those whispers? Bravo, could not have done better myself."[/color] The pretty young half-elf said something as well, but Azra didn't listen, he was too busy formulating some constructive criticism, his eyes rolled upwards in contemplation. How rude, trying to inject before he was finished. 

[color=f26522]"Just a moment, then you can chime in. Of course, there are areas for improvement. Costume and prop design, for example. I mean, while your attire could be more... engaging. And the tooth, it needs to be bigger. There's a prop maker in Waterdeep I know who cast a much larger on in plaster for only a few gold, I could make the introduc-"[/color] A blood curdling scream cut the Tiefling off. Another interruption, this one ruder than the last, and that was no way to respond to criticism, even if you disagreed.

[color=f26522]"Well yes, I suppose authenticity does have its own 'charm', but there are other areas that could definitely be improved. What I think the whole thing was missing were some lighting effects, or better yet just go full atmospheric manipulation. I've heard of this druid that works in a theatre down in Amn, some sort of weather worker, they actually use their magic to physically manifest the weather conditions called for in the play being performed. I'm told its most immersive of experiences. Do you know any weather magic? Well, I suppose its beside the point really, just something to consider, if you are interested in elevating your performance to a higher form of art - and I mean, aren't we all? Is that not the most noble of pursuits that one can follow in this life? To live, to perform, for the sake of Art?!"[/color]

As he finished speaking Azra leapt up and struck a pose, one arm outstretched, the other with forearm turned to cover his eyes, as if he were some kind of dramatic actor performing in a play. There was no reply. Odd, it seemed everyone had been so eager to join the conversation moments before. Azra moved his elbow a fraction to peep out in order to see their reactions.

[color=f26522]"Oh."[/color]

Azra stared at the slumped over halfing driver bleeding profusing from an arrow wound. He dropped his pose and turned around to see the big human and the young half-elf standing over a pair of what appeared to goblin corpses. It was hard to tell, one of them had been ground to paste with the human's large hammer. Further off, another pair of still living goblins brandished bows at them threateningly.

[color=f26522]"Well fuck... you could have said something?!"[/color] 

Reaching down to grip his arcane focus, a large red garnet set into a pedant hung around his neck, Azra let his infernal magic flow through him. His tongue comforted in his mouth as he rapidly spoke a stream of incantations in a language that sounded more like a series of retches, screams and hisses than actual words. From his other hand, a bolt of burning fire, aimed at one of the goblins in the distance, came flying out with a sudden whooshing noise. 

[i]thunk[/i]

The fire fizzled out to nothing on the ground a few feet away from the goblin.

[color=f26522]"Oh... well fuck again!"[/color]
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[hider=Actions][list][*]Azra casts Firebolt at Goblin C, misses with an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21202]11[/url].[/list][/hider]
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