A pixie on a mission (Moore)

[Nephrite]

"Hello!" Moore says with a wave, then a small bow. "I'm Moore, I... well, I'm not sure I've been recruited yet, but, I'm definitely the new one!"

[Anastasia]

"Adrian," He introduces himself, "I'll be taking you out for your test, once you're equipped and ready." He glances to Elena, "Afina's stil out?" After getting a quick confirmation of that, "C'mon with me. So what can you do?" Oddly enough, when he's closer, you can see a few faint scales on his neck.

[Nephrite]

K:P again?

Moore smiles at Adrian. "Um... hm." He considers this for a moment, remembering both Iris and Ebony before he clears his throat. "I'm primarily a spellcaster. I can use my music and words to inspire people to greatness or heroics with ease. I can heal a little but it isn't really my forté. I'm much better at hanging back and making sure whoever I'm fighting with is brought to a much higher level than they could normally manage." Moore says. "I can do a little of anything, really, at the end of the day. But that's the basic idea!"

[Anastasia]

What precisely are you curious about, Moore?

[Nephrite]

What he is since he has scales.

[Anastasia]

K:A.

[Nephrite]

[22:04] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+26
[22:04] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+26 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{38}

[Anastasia]

Moore thinks it's most likely a sign of draconic blood. He's possibly dragon blooded but not a full half dragon. This could be from a dragon a few generations back on the family tree or from magical augmentation.

"That's a good sort to have," Adrian waves Elena off, going to a portal, "We'll get you some temporary gear at the worst since you aren't equipped."

[Nephrite]

"I'm embarrassed to say I forgot about it entirely, but I had other things on my mind." Moore says with a grin. "That would be fine, I expect to earn my keep while I'm here."

[Anastasia]

"You'll earn your keep," Adrian agrees, "And best you don't make that mistake again. Good gear can mean the difference between making it back alive or not." Stopping before a particular portal, one of many here. As you stand here, a rather short and busty angel with gold skin and white wings comes out, going from one portal to the next.  She wears heavy armor but you only get a bare glance at her. "My wife helped bury the woman who was like a sister to her, when better equipment and preparation would have saved her."

[Nephrite]

"I don't think I'll find myself in the same circumstances again. They were rather unique." Moore says. "But your point is taken, Sir Adrian, I will not rush headlong into a situation. I may be a pixie, but I do sometimes have reservations about things!"

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, speaking of, our main smith is a pixie," A couple of men in breastplates and carrying swords go from one portal to another, Adrian stepping aside to let them pass. He steps into a portal, saying just as he does, "Follow me."

[Nephrite]

"No kidding? Are there a lot of fey here?" Moore asks as he follows after Adrian. "Last place it seemed a bit of a shock to some people that I was even there!"

[Anastasia]

"Some," Through the portal you stand in forges. Great forges where men of pure fire dance amid the flames, while air elementals replace bellows, sending gusts of air into the flames. Humanoids of rock and dirt forge metals and provide them, while circles of cowled wizards chant over various pieces of equipment. Adrian stops here, crossing his arms and waiting.

[Nephrite]

Moore glances around. "No water elementals?" He asks Adrian.