You see Lady Keraa deWorthe.
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Kytawa D'ahranal.
She appears to be in her 800's.
She has almond-shaped amber eyes and fair skin. She has long, flowing amber hair swept back from the temples. She has a delicate face and high cheekbones.
She is holding a nightmare black katana which seems to absorb all light around it in her right hand.
She is wearing a thin black hair cord with small gold bells and silver stars knotted at the ends, an immaculate black opal earring, a crystal amulet, an ancient golden-scaled bag secured with a blackened invar clasp, a laje banded tower shield, a black leather hooded cloak, some forest green brigandine, a golden glaes spider charm, a furry black goat pin, a shimmering black silk bodice, a gold bracelet, some dark gold claw-tipped finger-armor, a low-slung gold chain belt, a finely spun flowing black spidersilk skirt embroidered along the hem with golden thread, a blackened myklian scale scabbard, a black leather coin purse, a gold buckled black suede hip satchel, some petite black kidskin boots
She has a sleeping gold dragon tattoo on her thigh
Name: Keraa deWorthe
Profession: Empath (shown as: Solacebringer)
Constitution (CO): 86...18
Dexterity (DE): 64........12
Discipline (DI): 83........11
Logic (LO): 100...........25
Intelligence (IN): 79.....14
Strength (ST): 100........25
Reflexes (RE): 76.........18
Charisma (CH): 63.......11
Wisdom (WI): 100.......25
Aura (AU): 73.............16
KERAA'S MOST NOTABLE EXPLOITS
When you tap the heels of your boots on the ground, your stomach leaps into your throat as you feel yourself drop into the ground! A heartbeat later, you spring out of the earth, finding yourself in a different place...
Conversion Chamber, Niche
This small niche has been carved roughly into the rocky wall of the cavern. You also see the conversion vessel with a large sign on it. Obvious exits: out.
You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.
A cobra comes slithering into view. It moves closer to you, hissing dangerously. In one quick motion, it glides up your body and wraps itself loosely around your neck. For a moment, its head hangs in front of your face, holding your attention in its mesmerizing gaze. Then, in one sudden, sharp motion, it darts foward and plants a snake-like kiss on your cheek.
It slithers back down to the ground and as it glides off, you hear a soft hissing that sounds like, "Yesssssss... "
You rub your amber eyes in an effort to refresh them.
You feel the blood drain from your face.
You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.
You say, "Eww how did that thing get in here"
You remove a soft cloth from in your golden-scaled bag.
You furrow up your face and wince.
You vigorously rub at your face with your soft cloth.