Quick sketch of Sylna, my bard ❤❤
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Quick sketch of Sylna, my bard ❤❤
Sylna
NPC, potential guest party member
Physical:
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Wood-Elven
Age: 62
Height: 5'3 (160 cm)
Weight: 109 lbs (49 kg)
Role Etc.
Class: Cleric/Fighter
Diety: Kord
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession: Temple Priestess
Primary role: Healing
Secondary role: Melee DPS
Stats
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 9
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 12
HP: 40
Pick up: Maralinis
Story: Revealed over time if you ask her! But what you do know upon joining her is this...
Sylna is a priestess of Kord, working in the High Temple of Kord in the Green District of Maralinis as a healer. Called by many within as the Little Angel of Kord, she has been a constant at the temple for decades. She wears the calluses and battle scars of a warrior, and should anyone ask her about it, she'll readily admit to being an adventurer in her youth.
Ah, those were the days, she'd say, her eyes taking a wistful look, before she calls herself back to the present. But those days are past... she works in the temple now... This is where she belongs.
But anyone could see the sadness in her eyes when she says that.
Yes, she's thought about leaving the temple, striking out again, re-donning her armor and her greatsword... Maybe it's about time?
⍱ Sylna at Silvass :)
“That’s a rather unusual request.” Silvass smiled at her questioningly, but when she did not elaborate he decided to indulge her and closed his eyes.
He could sense that she was nervous, but other than that she hid her emotions well. Still, it wasn’t all that difficult to guess what would happen next.
There was a soft brush of lips against his cheek. Warm breath and the sweet smell of flowers. A hitch of breath followed by a storm of confused emotions.
When he opened his eyes a few moments later she had already fled the room.