Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150116141921/@comment-32663439-20150120235813

Name: Vanessa

Race and Appearance: Breton female, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Fit, curvy physique.

Class and Gear: Thief/Mage. Unique leather armor that contours to her body. No headgear.

Abilities (MUST LIST): Some destruction and restoration. Master of illusion and alteration. Acrobatics; very flexible and fast. Very skilled with a sword.

Political Ties and Background: A mercenary for hire, she recently arrived in Wolf's Lair to find more work. Her background is unknown.

(I don't even need Kar's approval, I am above the law!)

Vanessa was in a bar in Wolf's Lair, seeing if anyone was in need of a merc. She examined all of the patrons of the inn. She ran a hand over her head, pushing her hair out of her face.

After a minute, a spot near Talion on the ground turned black. The darkness seemed to spread into a large circle. A strange symbol carved itself into the ground, and then an entire ritual looking area was made. After a moment, tendrils of darkness arose from the ground, before forming into around 150 Forlen Guards. They were standing completely still. Vorwith spoke into Talion's head, saying "They are currently under your command. To let anyone else command them, you must introduce the other person to them, and then tell them that they are to follow their commands. I don't really care for your little empire, but you've earned at least this much support."

Fanari still didn't say a word. She sniffled once, and then continued her quiet crying. She didn't know what to say to Talion. She felt awful.