Cao the Exiled

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Wisk/Sonnlinor Skora

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Skora would put a hand up, signifying for the innkeep to keep the change. "This speaker, where might I be able to find them?" Skora would dive into her meal and drink, seeking both the warmth on the inside as well as the outside, "I must admit, this is amazing! Best I've eaten in days!" in the back of her head, Wisk would mumble "that's cause we've been traveling for days by sled and only had frozen rations". Skora would send a mental note to quiet as she resumed eating.

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Player note: Just for refrance, Sonnlinor is not a name of Skora's. Sonnlinor is a title of priesthood specifically for followers of Moradin and is is similar to saying Father so and so.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Sonnlinor Skora

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Skora would pay with a gold piece before taking the bowl. "I've come north to find the ancient Dwarven stronghold of Dorn's Deep on a pilgrimage to The Great Forge" snapping, Skora would pull out her journal, "have you heard any stories, myths or Rumors of Dorn's Deep or of an ancient Dwarven stronghold up here? A town elder or scholar would be mighty helpful!"

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Aye! This'll be fun!

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Honestly, I'll probably keep Tsak as a Tattooist, there's some pretty wicked magic tattoos to learn and explore

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Hey, she NEVER gives up a chance to put the needle to somebody! Other ents.... you have to use a chisel for that.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Her greatest challenge yet!

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Pretty sure since she's from the Feywild, she's had to tattoo some crazy things. She would either shave the patch or try to find a way to dye his fur into a design

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Sonnlinor Skora

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Seeing that it was starting to get late and the snow grew heavier, Skora made her way to the White Lady Inn to escape the frigged cold. The priestess would approch the door, patting as much of the snow off of her as she could before entering the building. The warmth washed over her instantly and prayer to Moradin escapped her lips. Lowering her hood and removing her goggles, Skora would make her way to the bar. "How much for a large cup of mead or ale, something warm to drink and a room for the night?"

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Player Note: I realized I had not made a discription for Skora so I'll do so here.

Skora is about average female dwarf build with fiery red hair and long sideburns along the sides of her face (since female dwarves SHOULD have beards but she's technicallya changling and found the beard annoying). Main things diffrent from the pic is such:
~ There is a hammer and anvil tattooed on her forhead noting her faith and tattooed sleaves of dwarven style knotwork along both arms (when visible.)
~ She has a large warhammer on her back and two daggers resting on her hips.
~ Unlike most clerics, she seems to favor leather armor rather then chain or plate.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Wisk/Sonnlinor Skora

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"Damn this cold..." Skora cursed under her breath as she rode through the artic Dale snow on the back of a Sled being pulled by a pack of sleddogs. She enjoyed it at first, but found it too cold to properly find pleasure. Not for the first time, she wondered why the nine hells she agreed to this pilgramage to The Great Anvil. Though, admitable she was exceided, she was most definatly tired of this cursed land. "You know, we could be nice and warm down south, there's pleanty of dwarveny stuff somewhere... warmer" Wisk mumbled in her head but the priestss rolled her eyes and ignored herself. As she drew close to the town of Easthaven, she would hurry to her feet, excited to finally be in some form of civilivation. "Welcome to Easthaven ma'am. I would watch your step as you hop out, snow can be quite slippery! If you're in need of lodge, look for the White Lady Inn." As the wagon came to a snop, the dwarf would give the man five gold pieces and climbed down from the wagon, carful not to slip. She would bid the man a good night and thank him for the ride, offering a blessing of Moradin for his help and troubles. Smoothing out her fur winter coat, the cleric would begain to walk around town, greeting all who passes by. She would walk around Easthaven, trying to map out two things. first where, if any, the local smith was, and then secondly the White Lady Inn.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Wisk/Skora, yes, she's completely devout and is an official priestess. Actually, once met, she's here on a pilgrimage to a shrine of Moradin.