Banned
Elya Smallpaw made her way through the large crowd while simultaneously trying to avoid being trampled. Was she annoyed by the hulking orc. or was it a goliath, that backed up and nearly crushed her flat? No, Elya was merely used to being short. Her diminutive stature had not dissuaded her from seeking out any new adventures, however.
The new adventure of the day for her was to investigate this new hero guard selection process. Something about heroes and hordes and fame and glory. This mattered quite little, humor unintended, to Elya....okay it mattered more than she might admit. Sleeping in stables, treetops, and abandoned cellars got old rather quickly. As she made her way through the gathering crowd, Elya thought back to the guard she had asked for directions a short while ago. His expression told her that what she was seeking seemed to be a fairly popular goal, nigh unattainable even. But alas, he had tied a yellow sash around her forearm and told her to look for others with the same sash. She had tried her best to sashay away, a mental joke that she thought outrageously funny even if the guard had not looked amused when she'd unleashed it upon him over her shoulder.
Elya had thought about attempting to change into a beast form in order to try to not have to stand in the crowd entirely, but her nature magic appeared to not be available to her for whatever reason no matter how hard she scrunched up her face in concentration. So it was that she settled for standing in regular boring gnomish form. waiting for something to happen; wondering if she should pull out her flute and attempt to distract the eager waiting crowd with a show tune. Her stand-up routine could always use some practice. The last time she had tried stand-up, a mean black dragonborn had threatened to kick her out the door like a ball. Elya giggled in hindsight at the memory, although she'd been about ready to soil herself back then. Looking down, she remembered the sash on her arm and walked until she found one other person with a yellow sash. Waving in greeting, Elya crossed over to that person trying very hard not to skip. Skipping always seemed to put people off for some reason. Elya wondered why.
The new adventure of the day for her was to investigate this new hero guard selection process. Something about heroes and hordes and fame and glory. This mattered quite little, humor unintended, to Elya....okay it mattered more than she might admit. Sleeping in stables, treetops, and abandoned cellars got old rather quickly. As she made her way through the gathering crowd, Elya thought back to the guard she had asked for directions a short while ago. His expression told her that what she was seeking seemed to be a fairly popular goal, nigh unattainable even. But alas, he had tied a yellow sash around her forearm and told her to look for others with the same sash. She had tried her best to sashay away, a mental joke that she thought outrageously funny even if the guard had not looked amused when she'd unleashed it upon him over her shoulder.
Elya had thought about attempting to change into a beast form in order to try to not have to stand in the crowd entirely, but her nature magic appeared to not be available to her for whatever reason no matter how hard she scrunched up her face in concentration. So it was that she settled for standing in regular boring gnomish form. waiting for something to happen; wondering if she should pull out her flute and attempt to distract the eager waiting crowd with a show tune. Her stand-up routine could always use some practice. The last time she had tried stand-up, a mean black dragonborn had threatened to kick her out the door like a ball. Elya giggled in hindsight at the memory, although she'd been about ready to soil herself back then. Looking down, she remembered the sash on her arm and walked until she found one other person with a yellow sash. Waving in greeting, Elya crossed over to that person trying very hard not to skip. Skipping always seemed to put people off for some reason. Elya wondered why.
