[Color=gray][center][h1][Color=silver]M[/color][Color=lightblue]i[/color][Color=cornflowerblue]r[/color][color=green]i[/color][color=mediumpurple]s[/color][/h1] [Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center] [Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling [Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter [Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Near the Bar, Airship to Khorvaire [b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Menzai [@samreaper] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Bastion, Gears, Phia; [@Oso], [@princess] [Color=tan]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment] [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider] [Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots [color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 3 (on hand) [Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently [Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b] [hr] [Color=silver]“We all assisted each other, friend.”[/color] Wendel assured as he wiped his bloodied hands onto his pants and tunic. Taking advantage of this time of general calm, he reached for Malik’s sword while also reaching into his satchel. From the bag, he retrieved the sword’s sheathe.  [Color=silver][i]Thank you, Malik. Your blade protected many, including myself today.[/i][/color] Wendel sheathed the sword before placing it into the satchel and trading it out for the journal. With the crisis concluded, now was a good time for a needed update for “The Crew.” With care, Wendel turned to the last page he had written on marked by two X’s. [Color=silver][U][i]Safe travels, For all of us[/i][/u][/color] Those were the last intelligible words he wrote. Words that made him grimace upon reading them again. [Color=silver][u][i]There was an attack on the airship this morning while I was still enjoying my company at the bar. The assailants were masked, hooded, and wearing Karnathi colors, targeting all passengers aboard. I know we promised not to fight, but I had no other choice. People were dying. I had to do something. I used Malik’s sword to fight and one of Eleanor's dresses to patch up a wounded shifter by the name of Menzai. He is noble and vicious in combat if you could believe such a sort isn't a contradiction.  With some casualties, we beat the assailants back, but I am still unsure about the state of the airship. No one on the crew has informed us of anything just yet, so I await this information as I sit here writing. And something else. Something struck the back of my neck. It was after the battle. I haven't taken a look or touched it just yet but I think we should find a mystic who may be able to discern the meaning of it. If I uncover any answers, I shall write down every detail into the journal when I am able.[/i][/u][/color] [Quote=@samreaper]Soon. Any minute now, he would hear the warforge with the half-elf skipping and giggling along; all well and telling some silly story to explain the long trip. Yet, the dull throbbing ache he had felt at the back of his head still throbbed dully; a harrowing reminder of the dread that had followed in its wake.  Closing his remaining eye, the wolf forced himself to focus on his breathing and on the thought that Phia was safe; anything else, he knew, threatened to have the building panic and unease nestling within to overtake him with unpleasant, possible scenarios.[/quote] Yet, when Wendel slightly turned his head toward the restrooms, what he witnessed was far from what he had assured. He knew Menzai had not noticed the pair exiting the women's restroom because Gears was currently set upon him with the water he requested for him. The dwarf wondered if she could see them as he did. If she had also failed to bring attention to the undesired sight of that battered and bruised Phia being carried onto the deck by ever-level-headed Bastion.  Phia. She was not skipping and giggling along; she was beaten and broken, with no positive disposition to her visage. He didn't want to watch Bastion carry her forth, he didn't want to believe he had assured Menzai of something that was horribly wrong. A lie. Though not intentional, it was a lie all the same. Wendel had deceived Menzai’s expectations–his hope. That optimism… where did it land him? What did it bring?  A girl who had not been safe and who might have been in more peril than anyone he sat around. He knew it wasn't his doing but who was he to declare that she was fine? Who was he to assure something he did not to the face of one who was most invested in it? He wanted to look away, but this was his penance, and it hurt him deeply. The dwarf would have taken dozens of kicks to his face if it meant he could undo this. He should have invoked a change so he could escape this. He could have! How could he face Menzai once he saw her? What could the dwarf say? Wendel's lips quivered slightly as he fought against himself. His brow furrowed as he fought against his eyes that yearned for his tears. Her weakened state only bore weakness in himself. Not strong enough to look away. Not strong enough to speak. With the weakest of sighs, he cupped his face in his hands, hiding his shame along with the inevitable tears. [Color=silver]“I- Menzai… I-”[/color] He didn't get the chance to say it as a sob escaped him and then… [center][B][color=khaki]Wendel changed. Limbs lengthened and thinned in an interesting way. Gone were his wrinkles, creaking bones, and hair of gray. Replaced with spots, flexibility, and mirth. Brown mane, sharp nails, and a jubilant rebirth. Aged eyes of experience replaced with wonder. Who is it that the cupped hands now uncover?[/color][/b][/center] [Color=peru]“Oooooooooooh!”[/color] Wendel’s sob was replaced by an excitable moan. The hands covering the woman’s face who replaced Wendel shot up toward the sky, revealing a face of excitement that barely hid the gleam of mischievousness from her slitted eyes. Yet, just as quickly as she expressed joy, she scrunched her face uncomfortably, retracting her arms back down. [Color=peru]“Ugh!”[/color] She nearly hissed while wiggling and squirming her torso, her back still against Menzai's. [Color=peru]“This all fits weird. Damn it Wendel and your stiff clothes!”[/color] She complained before looking at her exposed ankles and block-shaped boots that looked like they were thieved from a statue. There was not a second thought when she decided to kick the boots off her feet and decided she’d just wear Wendel’s pants as capris for the time being.  [Color=peru]“Hmm… Who’s on my back? Feels kind of nice if I’m being honest. Do you do back scratches, too, or is it just this? Not complaining…”[/color] She began to finally take in her surroundings but sitting on the floor made it hard to discern where she was. The journal was right there on her lap but she always waited to look at the thing. Who has time to read when you can just see for yourself, she’d say. [Color=peru]“… My name's Minerva by the way. How's your day been, my potential back scratcher?”[/color] [/Color]