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Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12 Conditions: N/A Location: Darenby - The Infamous Pear, Meeting Table Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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“Hmm?” Kosara made a sound of curiosity as she heard a female voice behind her and turned to look at the newly arrived person. She was left a bit speechless in wonder and amazement at the sight before her. That was one huge woman! But not in a bad way, not this one looked just the right amount of bulky and tall to be distinctly feminine, but appearing every part a warrior!’ Look at those arms!’ She exclaimed in her head in wonder. She had seen body like that only a few times in her travels, especially on a woman. The white tiefling was quite the admirer of beautiful shiny things and even beautiful people and attractive people. She had no real base thoughts, just admiration really… and maybe the desire to be carried about, but who didn’t like being carried?

“HI! No, don’t think you are. I just arrived myself too!” She greeted the newcomer with a smile.” That’s a nice name! Guess you heard mine, huh? Well, pleasure meeting you Kathryn.” The white tiefling said and looked at the woman’s beer.” Want me to chill that for you? Beer is way better after it’s brought to a proper chilly temperature after all.” She offered to her, still studying her armor clad body. She now really wanted to see the musculature underneath that layer of metal.

Seemed like this was the moment for more people to arrive as another one did. This one was a very beautiful half-elf woman. Those were some very nice clothes she was wearing! Mostly purple in color and that hat! The hat was incredible. She really liked the feather on it. She had the look of a bard!!! Kosara had seen many bards back at the tavern and quite a few dressed in similar manner, though she had to admit this one was in a class of her own.

“Hello, V! I’m Kosara, got no last name, yet to earn one or a title to be called by!” She greeted the bard back, before nodding.” I think we should be. Funny letter with a proposition, right? It seemed rather interesting so I followed it here.” She asked vaguely to confirm, but it was a bit of a rhetorical question. Of course they were here because of the letter, otherwise how would they know to look for the party of Arbalests! Wait no, Arbalest party! She did wonder if she was the only one who had randomly gotten her letter thought. The white tiefling then proceeded to grin widely at the snark about Kathryn’s size.

Kosara moved her chair over a bit towards Kathryn and looked at her.” Hey, Kathryn, can I touch your arms please?” She asked, unleashing the ultimate move, begging eyes technique, her upper lips covered in a brand new foam mustache from the last sip of beer she had taken.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12 Conditions: N/A Location: Darenby Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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As a set of horse pulled wagons were slowly making their way into Darenby, the people riding on them, were chatting enthusiastically about the near future. More specifically about their deals to be made and the gold coin they were to collect once all the coins were earned. Suddenly the back tarp on the canvas covered wagon opened as an exotic beauty with bronze tanned skin and 4 curved marble white horns showed.” I’VE ARRIVED! “ The woman’s voice filled the street where the wagons were, her foreign exotic accent from distant lands was quite clear.

She was dressed in a loose pale blue shirt that was mostly opened and revealing a lot of skin, a pair of loose blue pants and had a thick cloak to warm up in this colder climate. Her grin was wide, joyous and made her attractive face brighten up even more.” Kosara, careful, don’t jump out of a moving wagon!” A mature female voice echoed behind her as she turned around and grinned. The woman called to the man controlling the horses to pull to a halt.” Thank you for all you did on the road, Kosara. Your help was invaluable.”

“It was my pleasure! Grandpa always taught me to help people! Glad I met your family, Mrs Silverdam, hope we see each other in the future again!” The white tiefling with her bronze tan replied as she hopped out of the wagon. As far as tieflings went, she’d be a curiosity. Unusual coloration all around and of course the missing tail. She grinned at the merchants in the wagon and waved at them.” Good luck on the roads, friends!”

With that she skipped away merrily across the somewhat busy place. Darenby was certainly different from the other places she had visited on her journey so far. Sure there were similarities, but it had nothing on the bustling port cities or oasis reststops. Still it had it’s own charm and she supposed the nature helped. So much different trees in such curious colors! Kosara had learned this was what they apparently called Autumn . Such a mysterious thing! In any case, first thing was first, she pulled an envelope from her bag, looked at it and with happy grin continued skipping down the busy road, looking at everything new with unbridled curiosity and waving and greeting people as she went. Her original plans didn’t include arriving in these parts anytime soon, maybe never, but the world worked in mysterious ways it seemed and it all started with that letter.

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Kosara was enjoying her time, laying on a nice grassy field by the roadside, writing her her journal. A wagon with farm produce, a horse rider and a few others generally passed by while she did so.After a good long while, she pulled herself up and decided to continue on her journey and as she reached the road, she actually noticed a letter laying peacefully on the ground. Raising an eyebrow at it, the white tiefling, picked it up and gave it a quick look over. Then she read it.

“Huh… seems interesting. Wonder what's it really about.” She mused, rereading the letter and looking around. She didn’t exactly know where Darenby was, but she knew the general direction, so instead of her original plan that led to the opposite direction, she changed course and headed to the location indicated on the letter with a merry tune on her lips and a slight jump or skip to her gait. A few hours later, she stumbled upon a pair of wagons that were stopped by the road, one of which had it’s wheel broken and the people were trying to replace it with a spare.” Hey, you guys need help?” She called out…
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“Ohhh...” Kosara was currently standing in what was apparently a farmer that bred rabbits that were bringing them to the market to be sold.” So these are rabbits?” She said, crouching to be on eye level with the small animals in the cages. The middle aged human man with a rather impressive beard, just chuckled and nodded, before reaching into one of the cages and pulling a fluffy bunny by the ears and handing it to her to hold.” Wow… So soft.” She marveled, running her fingers across the bunny’s fur.” We got nothing like this back home. Camels are somewhat soft… but not really the same.”

“Can only imagine.” The man replied, amused at the reaction of pure marvel she was displaying.” So what brings ya to Darenby, lass? I’m pretty sure there ain’t no desert anywhere near after all, must be a long way form home.”

“Wanderlust mostly.” She replied, still stroking the fur of the animal.” Wanted to go out and see the world. I grew up listening to travelers from distant lands talk about places like this. For a young girl that grew up in the middle of endless expanses of sand, it was like some distant fairy tale. I can honestly say that it did not disappoint. The views here are majestic!” She exclaimed.” Though I got some serious issues with the temperatures…” The white tiefling replied and carefully handed the bunny back with a bit of reluctance.” Say, sir, do you know where I can find this ‘ The Infamous Pear’ place? I was told to meed somebody there, but I’m new to this place.”

“Ye, I know the place. You go down this street and follow the road then on the second crossroads you go right. You will see it.” The man replied, putting his merchandise back into the cage.” Think you will enjoy the place better than the others. Too crowded those ones, much travelers there.”

“Thank you, sir! Hope you have luck in the marketplace!” She told him and skipped away, humming and practically dancing her way down the road he indicated, but not before browsing the wares on display or just sightseeing as she went along. By the time she finally, after a bit of searching, came face to face with the fabled Infamous Pear it was growing darker outside. The sign was adorable, she pulled her journal and quickly sketched it down on the page so she can write around it later.

Opening the front door with eagerness and energy, her smiling face was met by an equally cheerful halfling that beckoned her to come in.” GREETINGS!” She greeted pretty much everybody and waved to the halfling. There were others here, she suspected most might be locals, given what the bunny farmer from earlier had mentioned. With a grin and elegant dance like movements, she weaved her way through the place until she found herself face to face with the barman.

“Hi! I’m looking for a supposed Party of Arbalests!” She cheerfully exclaimed and made a face.” Wait no, it’s the Arbalest party, not party of Arbalests.” Kosara grinned at the man. She listened to the man going on tangents, but didn’t stop him, just smiled and nodded in understanding.” Nice to meet you, Mr. Hardy, name’s Kosara. No last name, grandpa didn’t give me one. Said I need to earn one or a title on my travels.” She stated and introduced herself in turn, before looking at the halfling.” Nice to meet you too, Mr Laurel!” She waved the halfling again.” Ohh, she sounds amazing, can I meet her later?” She asked, with expectation.” Well, we will meet if it’s fated. Alright! For me it will be… uuuhhh… don’t suppose you got any Cactus Water? Well, I will go with beer then!”

With her beer in hand nicely chilled with Prestidigitation, skipped along over to the party table where she came face to face with two people who were already there. A more typical tiefling with blue skin and bluish hair. He was actually rather huge. Very impressive and looked adventure-y! The other was a light haired nicely tanned woman that was roughly tall as her. Judging by the holy symbol proudly displayed, Kosara marked her as a cleric or priestess of Pholtus. She blinked at them, before quickly hopping at a seat on the opposite side of the table so she is face to face with them instead of to the side.

“Hello there! I’m Kosara, nice to meet you!” She smiled and offered a greeting. Her white eyes filled with joy as she took a sip from her nicely foamy chilled beer that after she pulled the mug away from her lips, left a nice amusing beer foam mustache with absolutely no worry in the world.

Frozen Darkness

Cat was mildly impressed by the discovery of all the tabacco things avaible here. Well this place alone was enough for her old settlement to probably declare themselves twice the kings they already did. The bastards suffered from a grandeur complex and megalomania, smoking fine tabacco was their thing. So while he was pocketing the seeds, she pulled a few of the tabacco packs and baggies and stashed them away on her person. Good trading value, or just recreational if she really wanted to. A bit of luxury goods now and then never hurt anybody... that didn't know about them of course.

"Yeah, plastic's important nowdays. It's a shame the way they treated it in the past. Would have made our lives a lot easier if there was more of it avaible more widely." She shrugged and looked at the source of the warm draft she was feeling." Hey Donny... there's something underneath us. It's too warm here... those drinks aren't frozen for crying out loud." She warned him and pointed at the back where the office room was. Having stashed a few packs of the tabacco on herself, she carefully approached the ruined office and felt the warm breeze even more strongly. She looked down at the broken floor, there was something down there alright. Now question was what could provide continuous heat like this and honestly she wasn't certain, but it was worth some investigating.

"Hey, you still got that rope, right? Find a good place to tie it and secure it good, I will go down to investigate. We need to know what's down there, just be ready to start pulling me up if it's dangerous." She stated to him and carefully made her way around the ruined floor, to get a bettle angle of view down the hole and try to see if she could see anything of what's down there. She had redied her gun for this actually. It was better at things that jump out at her than the crowbar.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

Kosara

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Kosara

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Don't count the gun, pretend it's a crossbow.

Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 4, Barbarian, Level 1

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STR: 9(-1) DEX: 15(+2) CON: 13(+2) INT: 12(+1) WIS: 10(+0) CHA: 20(+5)

HP MAX: 34 Armor Class: 12 Movement: 30 ft Spell DC: 14

Alignment: CG Defenses: (Reistence)Fire

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Full Character Sheet

Description

Kosara's a rather curious tiefling to witness. Different from many of her kind's usual appearances, she doesn't have the usual skin colors their race is known for. Instead she's got a bronze tanned milky colored skin, white eyes and 4 white curved horns that have blue hues towards the tips. She wears her long white hair on a long big braid that she carefully maintains. Her expression is one of confidence and curiosity as she travels the world to see it's mysteries and write them all in her traveling journals that she plans to one day go back home and publish.

She prefers to wear easy to move in clothing that some( especially uncultured prudes!) would consider revealing, however they are typically worn by many of the dancers from her homeland in the deserts where she grew up. Usually that means very revealing tops and bottoms, acompanied by varying additional overclothes made of often see through veil cloths. More often than notin her case they are in different shades of blue. In addition she's wears a number of exotic jewelry and decorations on herself.

With her on her travels, she brings a well worn traveling bag that houses all her possessions and her traveling journal. To the bottom of the bag is attached with tight straps a bedroll. With her she brings a scimitar, dagger and a light crossbow. Her main weapon of choice is the scimitar. As it pairs well with dancing.

Coming out to the Northern lands, she encountered the varying weathers for hte first time. In the deserts at night it could get pretty cool too, but the frosty snowy winters and late autumns were a thing that baffled her to no end at first. As such, she was forced to reevaluate her wardrobe in those regions. In these cases when the seasons and temperatures demand it, she's often wearing similarly to her usual blue hue traveling clothes of similar cut and make of her veil ones, but instead of transparent thin soft veil cloth, using thicker and more protective fabrics, she still usually wears it as revealingly as possible though and at warm taverns, would often change back to her usual getup if for nothing else but to dance.

Personality

Kosara is an orphan. She has no memory of her parents nor anybody in her life really. Her earliest memory is already aimlessly wandering the desert as a small child, delirious from starvation and thirst. She has seen the worst and after she was saved and lived on, she has also seen marvels and miracles. Both of mortal and divine make. Despite the horrors of her earliest part of her life, she was raised by a kind being that showed her the good in people, though it also showed her the bad and how to deal with that. Is Kosara a good person? Yes, she revels in helping others, meeting them, learning of their life, their history and making friends. Is she harmless? No, Kosara's well adept at defending herself and understands that both good and evil exist in the world and that sometimes you just have to pull out a blade and fight for survival. The harsh deserts have well engraved that lesson down to her very core, so has her Grandpa's teachings in how to smite evil.

Having been raised from early age by a Ki-Rin of all things, Kosara saw a lot of the desert that the Ki-rin lived in and looked after. He taught her morals, history, to read and to write. He was the kindest being she had ever met to that point and honestly since. He taught her kindness and as the Major parental figure in her life she grew up, striving to be just like him. Admittedly living with a Huge Horned Golden Grandpa Horse, is an experience that few can relate to. Needless to say, the Ki-rin also had her often live within one of the towns under his protection while he dealt with his usual Celstial tasks of smiting evil and the like. The place she lived at when not with her Grandpa Horny Golden Horse, was an inn at an Oasis town where every night there were exotic dancers entertaining weary travelers. Watching them so often and living among the dancers, she naturally picked up on the craft and got to really enjoy it. It is also what sparked her wanderlust as most nights, she'd meet travelers from far and distant lands, retelling stories and marvels they've seen along the way.

Backstory

Kosara origin is a bit of a mystery that is likely to never be discovered even by herself. Her earliest memory is that of endless sands as she was wandering starved and dehydrated in the desert. She was barely a 4 years old at the time give or take a few months or maybe a year as she doesn't exactly know her birthday or birth year. In her weakest and most vulnerable moment, she was saved by death and oblivion in the soft embrace of the sands by what she thought at the time to be a mirage. It was a huge golden scaled horned horse, what else was a child of that age supposed to think? Turned out it was a Ki-rin that lived in those deserts and he had decided to save her and helped raise the unusually colored tiefling child.

Since that fateful day, her life turn a turn for the better. The Ki-rin looked after her and cared for her like a grandfather of sorts. He was old and mentorly, but also kind and caring. The first time he broke through her shell of wariness, she called him' Grandpa Horny Golden Horse' since she didn't know his name and it kinda stuck. He never did tell her if he had another name and to this day, years later when she is already an adult, Kosara still calls him that affectionnally. When she grew up a little, the Ki-rin started to leave her in a Oasis town he protected when he was doing his duties. She grew up there in the care of a innkeeper that the Ki-rin had saved years ago. The place was a stopping point for travelers across the deserts. There were exotic dancers and other entertainers every day and every night. She grew up watching the nimble and dextrous dancers with their graceful movements that captivated the eye and mind and often times would politely ask the weary travelers to regail their stories and many did so for a curious child. Thus her life growing up was spent between living with the Ki-rin who taught and cared for her and living in the inn in the care of the inkeeper and his employees. Eventually she started to also help around the place when she was old enough and gradually moved on to oftentimes performing with the other dances. She actually lost her tail early on when she tried to do a sword dance as an untrained child. She was grounded for a long while and the Golden Grandpa Horse was very disappointed with her. She eventually had the entire rest of it removed so half a tail doesn't be in the way.

As she grew up and matured, the sensations of wanderlust only grew in her heart until she couldn't wait anymore. She had learned all she could for the time being from her Grandpa and as much as she loved dancing with the other girls in the inn, she wanted to go out there and see hte world! Grandpa had brought her to the ocean that bordered the desert, but she wanted to see beyond that too! The fabled snow covered Northern lands, the jungles beyond the oceans and even the seemingly endless fields of wheat that were apparently like sea of gold even more beautiful than the desert sands. One day after meeting with the Ki-rin, she told him she wanted to venture out on her own and see the world. He gave her his blessings and a promise to always be with her, if not by body then at least by mind and will. He wasn't really lying, seeing she had become a warlock tied to him. After a few days of talking and living like how she did as a child, she gathered her traveling bag, said goodbye to her Grandfather, did the same with her friends and sisters by all, but blood in the Inn and ventured out with the first merchant caravan heading towards the great ocean port cities.

Bestiary

Grandpa Horny Golden Horse - a Ki-Rin that is also Kosara's patron. Kosara named him when she was a small child and came under his care in the desert and the name stuck. She grew up under his care and cares for him as true family would. He's a grandfatherly figure more than anything and he doesn't really hangs around much. He's after all busy with other grand Celestial or Patronly tasks.

Extras

Faceclaim( if one is that needed beside the picture): Gemma Arterton

Fun Fact - Grandpa Horny Golden Horse often times reaches to Kosara in messages through the use of winds and sands if he feels dramatic, forming the words from a pile of sand that's being blown away by the wind until only the message remains or by plain old messaging spells if he's just missing her. On occasion it's to give her a task or another to complete.

Fun Fact - Kosara's has trained as exotic dancer and it's part of the reason why she still wears the costumes and styles of it. She's proud of it, plus it makes stupid people do funny things around her. Despite losing her tail in stupid childishly stubborn attempt to imitate blade dancers, she still does it, having overcome the initial trauma of it.

Likes:

• Dancing
• Music
• Blades
• Rainy days(she gets REALLY happy)
• GOLD
• Jewelry and shiny trinkets
• Traveling
• To explore strange new lands. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before!

Hobbies:

• Culture
• History
• Dancing
• Writing

Her main role in an adventuring party is being jolly, maintain morale, document all curios and people they come across and fire an inordinate amount of magical Eldrich(Celestial) blasts at enemies! Also backup melee support should the need arise and some magical healing. Making her have mainly roles in combat as damage dealer/healer hybrid with a bit of a social role on the side.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

xD goodie!!

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

@Sigil Here we go, resized picture, full picture in a header in case anybody wants to see it, a few additions made for the clothing since you do make a fine point. Anyhow, I hope it's good.

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Kosara

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Don't count the gun, pretend it's a crossbow.

Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 3

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STR: 9(-1) DEX: 15(+2) CON: 12(+1) INT: 12(+1) WIS: 10(+0) CHA: 20(+5)

HP MAX: 21 Armor Class: 12 Movement: 30 ft Spell DC: 14

Alignment: CG Defenses: (Reistence)Fire

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Full Character Sheet

Description

Kosara's a rather curious tiefling to witness. Different from many of her kind's usual appearances, she doesn't have the usual skin colors their race is known for. Instead she's got a bronze tanned milky colored skin, white eyes and 4 white curved horns that have blue hues towards the tips. She wears her long white hair on a long big braid that she carefully maintains. Her expression is one of confidence and curiosity as she travels the world to see it's mysteries and write them all in her traveling journals that she plans to one day go back home and publish.

She prefers to wear easy to move in clothing that some( especially uncultured prudes!) would consider revealing, however they are typically worn by many of the dancers from her homeland in the deserts where she grew up. Usually that means very revealing tops and bottoms, acompanied by varying additional overclothes made of often see through veil cloths. More often than notin her case they are in different shades of blue. In addition she's wears a number of exotic jewelry and decorations on herself.

With her on her travels, she brings a well worn traveling bag that houses all her possessions and her traveling journal. To the bottom of the bag is attached with tight straps a bedroll. With her she brings a scimitar, dagger and a light crossbow. Her main weapon of choice is the scimitar. As it pairs well with dancing.

Coming out to the Northern lands, she encountered the varying weathers for hte first time. In the deserts at night it could get pretty cool too, but the frosty snowy winters and late autumns were a thing that baffled her to no end at first. As such, she was forced to reevaluate her wardrobe in those regions. In these cases when the seasons and temperatures demand it, she's often wearing similarly to her usual blue hue traveling clothes of similar cut and make of her veil ones, but instead of transparent thin soft veil cloth, using thicker and more protective fabrics, she still usually wears it as revealingly as possible though and at warm taverns, would often change back to her usual getup if for nothing else but to dance.

Personality

Kosara is an orphan. She has no memory of her parents nor anybody in her life really. Her earliest memory is already aimlessly wandering the desert as a small child, delirious from starvation and thirst. She has seen the worst and after she was saved and lived on, she has also seen marvels and miracles. Both of mortal and divine make. Despite the horrors of her earliest part of her life, she was raised by a kind being that showed her the good in people, though it also showed her the bad and how to deal with that. Is Kosara a good person? Yes, she revels in helping others, meeting them, learning of their life, their history and making friends. Is she harmless? No, Kosara's well adept at defending herself and understands that both good and evil exist in the world and that sometimes you just have to pull out a blade and fight for survival. The harsh deserts have well engraved that lesson down to her very core, so has her Grandpa's teachings in how to smite evil.

Having been raised from early age by a Ki-Rin of all things, Kosara saw a lot of the desert that the Ki-rin lived in and looked after. He taught her morals, history, to read and to write. He was the kindest being she had ever met to that point and honestly since. He taught her kindness and as the Major parental figure in her life she grew up, striving to be just like him. Admittedly living with a Huge Horned Golden Grandpa Horse, is an experience that few can relate to. Needless to say, the Ki-rin also had her often live within one of the towns under his protection while he dealt with his usual Celstial tasks of smiting evil and the like. The place she lived at when not with her Grandpa Horny Golden Horse, was an inn at an Oasis town where every night there were exotic dancers entertaining weary travelers. Watching them so often and living among the dancers, she naturally picked up on the craft and got to really enjoy it. It is also what sparked her wanderlust as most nights, she'd meet travelers from far and distant lands, retelling stories and marvels they've seen along the way.

Backstory

Kosara origin is a bit of a mystery that is likely to never be discovered even by herself. Her earliest memory is that of endless sands as she was wandering starved and dehydrated in the desert. She was barely a 4 years old at the time give or take a few months or maybe a year as she doesn't exactly know her birthday or birth year. In her weakest and most vulnerable moment, she was saved by death and oblivion in the soft embrace of the sands by what she thought at the time to be a mirage. It was a huge golden scaled horned horse, what else was a child of that age supposed to think? Turned out it was a Ki-rin that lived in those deserts and he had decided to save her and helped raise the unusually colored tiefling child.

Since that fateful day, her life turn a turn for the better. The Ki-rin looked after her and cared for her like a grandfather of sorts. He was old and mentorly, but also kind and caring. The first time he broke through her shell of wariness, she called him' Grandpa Horny Golden Horse' since she didn't know his name and it kinda stuck. He never did tell her if he had another name and to this day, years later when she is already an adult, Kosara still calls him that affectionnally. When she grew up a little, the Ki-rin started to leave her in a Oasis town he protected when he was doing his duties. She grew up there in the care of a innkeeper that the Ki-rin had saved years ago. The place was a stopping point for travelers across the deserts. There were exotic dancers and other entertainers every day and every night. She grew up watching the nimble and dextrous dancers with their graceful movements that captivated the eye and mind and often times would politely ask the weary travelers to regail their stories and many did so for a curious child. Thus her life growing up was spent between living with the Ki-rin who taught and cared for her and living in the inn in the care of the inkeeper and his employees. Eventually she started to also help around the place when she was old enough and gradually moved on to oftentimes performing with the other dances. She actually lost her tail early on when she tried to do a sword dance as an untrained child. She was grounded for a long while and the Golden Grandpa Horse was very disappointed with her. She eventually had the entire rest of it removed so half a tail doesn't be in the way.

As she grew up and matured, the sensations of wanderlust only grew in her heart until she couldn't wait anymore. She had learned all she could for the time being from her Grandpa and as much as she loved dancing with the other girls in the inn, she wanted to go out there and see hte world! Grandpa had brought her to the ocean that bordered the desert, but she wanted to see beyond that too! The fabled snow covered Northern lands, the jungles beyond the oceans and even the seemingly endless fields of wheat that were apparently like sea of gold even more beautiful than the desert sands. One day after meeting with the Ki-rin, she told him she wanted to venture out on her own and see the world. He gave her his blessings and a promise to always be with her, if not by body then at least by mind and will. He wasn't really lying, seeing she had become a warlock tied to him. After a few days of talking and living like how she did as a child, she gathered her traveling bag, said goodbye to her Grandfather, did the same with her friends and sisters by all, but blood in the Inn and ventured out with the first merchant caravan heading towards the great ocean port cities.

Bestiary

Grandpa Horny Golden Horse - a Ki-Rin that is also Kosara's patron. Kosara named him when she was a small child and came under his care in the desert and the name stuck. She grew up under his care and cares for him as true family would. He's a grandfatherly figure more than anything and he doesn't really hangs around much. He's after all busy with other grand Celestial or Patronly tasks.

Extras

Faceclaim( if one is that needed beside the picture): Gemma Arterton

Fun Fact - Grandpa Horny Golden Horse often times reaches to Kosara in messages through the use of winds and sands if he feels dramatic, forming the words from a pile of sand that's being blown away by the wind until only the message remains or by plain old messaging spells if he's just missing her. On occasion it's to give her a task or another to complete.

Fun Fact - Kosara's has trained as exotic dancer and it's part of the reason why she still wears the costumes and styles of it. She's proud of it, plus it makes stupid people do funny things around her. Despite losing her tail in stupid childishly stubborn attempt to imitate blade dancers, she still does it, having overcome the initial trauma of it.

Likes:

• Dancing
• Music
• Blades
• Rainy days(she gets REALLY happy)
• GOLD
• Jewelry and shiny trinkets
• Traveling
• To explore strange new lands. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before!

Hobbies:

• Culture
• History
• Dancing
• Writing

Her main role in an adventuring party is being jolly, maintain morale, document all curios and people they come across and fire an inordinate amount of magical Eldrich(Celestial) blasts at enemies! Also backup melee support should the need arise and some magical healing. Making her have mainly roles in combat as damage dealer/healer hybrid with a bit of a social role on the side.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

Currently at work so can't do edits until I get back in couple of hours. Nut once home will do so as soon as able.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

@Sigil There we go... it only took..*looks at time* 5 hours. Now time to eat...

My Hider

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Kosara

Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 3

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STR: 9(-1) DEX: 15(+2) CON: 12(+1) INT: 12(+1) WIS: 10(+0) CHA: 20(+5)

HP MAX: 21 Armor Class: 12 Movement: 30 ft Spell DC: 14

Alignment: CG Defenses: (Reistence)Fire

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Full Character Sheet

Description

Kosara's a rather curious tiefling to witness. Different from many of her kind's usual appearances, she doesn't have the usual skin colors their race is known for. Instead she's got a bronze tanned milky colored skin, white eyes and 4 white curved horns that have blue hues towards the tips. She wears her long white hair on a long big braid that she carefully maintains. Her expression is one of confidence and curiosity as she travels the world to see it's mysteries and write them all in her traveling journals that she plans to one day go back home and publish.

She prefers to wear easy to move in clothing that some( especially uncultured prudes!) would consider revealing, however they are typically worn by many of the dancers from her homeland in the deserts where she grew up. Usually that means very revealing tops and bottoms, acompanied by varying additional overclothes made of often see through veil cloths. More often than notin her case they are in different shades of blue. In addition she's wears a number of exotic jewelry and decorations on herself.

With her on her travels, she brings a well worn traveling bag that houses all her possessions and her traveling journal. To the bottom of the bag is attached with tight straps a bedroll. With her she brings a scimitar, dagger and a light crossbow. Her main weapon of choice is the scimitar. As it pairs well with dancing.

Personality

Kosara is an orphan. She has no memory of her parents nor anybody in her life really. Her earliest memory is already aimlessly wandering the desert as a small child, delirious from starvation and thirst. She has seen the worst and after she was saved and lived on, she has also seen marvels and miracles. Both of mortal and divine make. Despite the horrors of her earliest part of her life, she was raised by a kind being that showed her the good in people, though it also showed her the bad and how to deal with that. Is Kosara a good person? Yes, she revels in helping others, meeting them, learning of their life, their history and making friends. Is she harmless? No, Kosara's well adept at defending herself and understands that both good and evil exist in the world and that sometimes you just have to pull out a blade and fight for survival. The harsh deserts have well engraved that lesson down to her very core, so has her Grandpa's teachings in how to smite evil.

Having been raised from early age by a Ki-Rin of all things, Kosara saw a lot of the desert that the Ki-rin lived in and looked after. He taught her morals, history, to read and to write. He was the kindest being she had ever met to that point and honestly since. He taught her kindness and as the Major parental figure in her life she grew up, striving to be just like him. Admittedly living with a Huge Horned Golden Grandpa Horse, is an experience that few can relate to. Needless to say, the Ki-rin also had her often live within one of the towns under his protection while he dealt with his usual Celstial tasks of smiting evil and the like. The place she lived at when not with her Grandpa Horny Golden Horse, was an inn at an Oasis town where every night there were exotic dancers entertaining weary travelers. Watching them so often and living among the dancers, she naturally picked up on the craft and got to really enjoy it. It is also what sparked her wanderlust as most nights, she'd meet travelers from far and distant lands, retelling stories and marvels they've seen along the way.

Backstory

Kosara origin is a bit of a mystery that is likely to never be discovered even by herself. Her earliest memory is that of endless sands as she was wandering starved and dehydrated in the desert. She was barely a 4 years old at the time give or take a few months or maybe a year as she doesn't exactly know her birthday or birth year. In her weakest and most vulnerable moment, she was saved by death and oblivion in the soft embrace of the sands by what she thought at the time to be a mirage. It was a huge golden scaled horned horse, what else was a child of that age supposed to think? Turned out it was a Ki-rin that lived in those deserts and he had decided to save her and helped raise the unusually colored tiefling child.

Since that fateful day, her life turn a turn for the better. The Ki-rin looked after her and cared for her like a grandfather of sorts. He was old and mentorly, but also kind and caring. The first time he broke through her shell of wariness, she called him' Grandpa Horny Golden Horse' since she didn't know his name and it kinda stuck. He never did tell her if he had another name and to this day, years later when she is already an adult, Kosara still calls him that affectionnally. When she grew up a little, the Ki-rin started to leave her in a Oasis town he protected when he was doing his duties. She grew up there in the care of a innkeeper that the Ki-rin had saved years ago. The place was a stopping point for travelers across the deserts. There were exotic dancers and other entertainers every day and every night. She grew up watching the nimble and dextrous dancers with their graceful movements that captivated the eye and mind and often times would politely ask the weary travelers to regail their stories and many did so for a curious child. Thus her life growing up was spent between living with the Ki-rin who taught and cared for her and living in the inn in the care of the inkeeper and his employees. Eventually she started to also help around the place when she was old enough and gradually moved on to oftentimes performing with the other dances. She actually lost her tail early on when she tried to do a sword dance as an untrained child. She was grounded for a long while and the Golden Grandpa Horse was very disappointed with her. She eventually had the entire rest of it removed so half a tail doesn't be in the way.

As she grew up and matured, the sensations of wanderlust only grew in her heart until she couldn't wait anymore. She had learned all she could for the time being from her Grandpa and as much as she loved dancing with the other girls in the inn, she wanted to go out there and see hte world! Grandpa had brought her to the ocean that bordered the desert, but she wanted to see beyond that too! The fabled snow covered Northern lands, the jungles beyond the oceans and even the seemingly endless fields of wheat that were apparently like sea of gold even more beautiful than the desert sands. One day after meeting with the Ki-rin, she told him she wanted to venture out on her own and see the world. He gave her his blessings and a promise to always be with her, if not by body then at least by mind and will. He wasn't really lying, seeing she had become a warlock tied to him. After a few days of talking and living like how she did as a child, she gathered her traveling bag, said goodbye to her Grandfather, did the same with her friends and sisters by all, but blood in the Inn and ventured out with the first merchant caravan heading towards the great ocean port cities.

Bestiary

Grandpa Horny Golden Horse - a Ki-Rin that is also Kosara's patron. Kosara named him when she was a small child and came under his care in the desert and the name stuck. She grew up under his care and cares for him as true family would. He's a grandfatherly figure more than anything and he doesn't really hangs around much. He's after all busy with other grand Celestial or Patronly tasks.

Extras

Faceclaim( if one is that needed beside the picture): Gemma Arterton

Fun Fact - Grandpa Horny Golden Horse often times reaches to Kosara in messages through the use of winds and sands if he feels dramatic, forming the words from a pile of sand that's being blown away by the wind until only the message remains or by plain old messaging spells if he's just missing her. On occasion it's to give her a task or another to complete.

Fun Fact - Kosara's has trained as exotic dancer and it's part of the reason why she still wears the costumes and styles of it. She's proud of it, plus it makes stupid people do funny things around her. Despite losing her tail in stupid childishly stubborn attempt to imitate blade dancers, she still does it, having overcome the initial trauma of it.

Likes:

• Dancing
• Music
• Blades
• Rainy days(she gets REALLY happy)
• GOLD
• Jewelry and shiny trinkets
• Traveling
• To explore strange new lands. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before!

Hobbies:

• Culture
• History
• Dancing
• Writing

Her main role in an adventuring party is being jolly, maintain morale, document all curios and people they come across and fire an inordinate amount of magical Eldrich(Celestial) blasts at enemies! Also backup melee support should the need arise and some magical healing. Making her have mainly roles in combat as damage dealer/healer hybrid with a bit of a social role on the side.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

Ohh goodie, I'm game, @Sigil!

Frozen Darkness

"Can't be sure... they were loaded, that much I can say. Anything else is up for guessing. This far from the city center, it's either traders or scavengers from somewhere. Could be hostile, couldn't be friendly." She shrugged as they left the sled tracks. She would have liked to track them down and confirm, if they were traders, then there was a good chance there was a sort of stop off point for traders. A sort of safehosue that those who make a living wandering the ruined world outside of settlements keep.

Walking down across the WET ground of hte tunnel, Cat's eyes narrowed." This is... unusual. For water to melt it means temperatures were above melting point... and it rarely gets that high this close to the surface." This was weird, could mean a whole slew of things and it could also be just a very curious phenomenon that happens around here. For example maybe there could be a natural hot spring that had formed after the cataclysm that brings hot water somewhere nearby, even through the stone and concrete walls and floors, it could explain the temperatures raising... or it could be some kind of weather phenomenon. She wasn't a native to the area, so she didn't know, but it warranted later investigation.

Eventually after moving down the tunnel and going out another station staircase, with a bit more walking through the snow they found themselves in front of the coveted location- 'Cassies's '. It was... curious and looekd rather well protected. The metal door would have kept most people out after the cataclysm. It was damaged and frosted over too." Yeah, let's give this bad boy a workout." She grinend and pulled the crowbar from where she she had attached it to the rest of her gear setup. Cat looked at Donny first though." Going to need to make a good leverage spot and maybe get rid of some of the frost first. You keep an eye out for the time being. This is going to cause some noise and noise attracts attention."

Taking the crowbar firmly in hands, she began whacking and chipping away at the ice covering the frame, enough to expose the corner of the door so she gets a place to leverage at the door. It took a good few whacks and afterwards she began hitting away some of the bigger pieces of ice also. The whole process took about a minute and adozen good hits, but with that done she secured the edge of the tool in the nook she opened and after applying some force without it popping out, she decided it's good to go." Alright, let's do this." She stated and beggan pulling the end of the crowbar, applying the force on the other end. She was also using the doorframe for support as she had one of her boots against it.

Honestly despite the fact she was aplying a lot of force since she was a trained soldier and all that, she was in pretty good physical shape, it wasn't moving an inch. THe forst across the entire thing was holding firm, despite her chipping away some. After Donny joined up, it was still not making any progress over the next few pushes and pulls until after a few times, there was a low crunching of ice and the next attempt caused the door to creak open with the frost shattering across the door. The inside didn't appear like it had snow and ice, so it meant the building had maintained decent condition at least and helped with the door opening, since it didn't have to push against snow on the inside. Right away she was ready to fight, holding the crowbar as a weapon, peering into the dark insides. There wasn't likely to be anything in a secured room after all these years, at least anything alive, but it didn't hurt to be careful.