Ar-Raaqis (Dragon)
Faceless Warlock 3
AC: 14 HP: 13/24 THP: 0/0
PP: 10 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Spell Slots: 2nd - 0/2
Bottled Respite: 4/4 Hours
Healer's Kit: 10/10
Dragon Conditions: ---
Dragon Concentrating: ---

Ar-Raaqis separated for the evening once their living lead severed its connection to its source. She displayed no emotion, as though it was just another occurrence one expects when dealing with mystically possessed creatures. The veiled woman slipped through the twists and turns, stealthily seeking a flat-roofed building. She discreetly scaled and settled cross legged. Ar-Raaqis had nestled her lantern in a discreet cleft, out of view. The floating lantern flared with eldritch light, scanning her from head to foot. Then she flickered and vanished.

Spoiler: The House of the Dragon
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Qadira now stood once more in her dojo. The carpeted floors and tapestries on the walls greeted her, reminders of the familiar in a foreign land. She removed her helmet, revealing her long hair pinned in a bun by an ornate pick. Her bronze skin gleamed in the soft light that suffused the space, while her pale eyes contemplated her reflection on her helm. The warrior strolled across the room, settled her relic on its pedestal along with her weapons. She needed rest, despite the desire to watch ancient visions of underground temples. The one with the Glass Sage who whispered wisdom while secretly summoning heavenly destruction particularly came to mind. The avatar of justice dressed in white, red, and blue survived only due to his godhood. Qadira looked at the wounds in her uniform and reckoned she would not be so favored.

The woman bowed toward the dais and then reclined on her mat, sinking into its safety. She would sleep the near duration of the dojo's time limit, then rise to repair her gear while she awaited the dawn. Her eyes fixed on the poster of bards. They wore terrible, black masks and stood on a flaming iron-fleshed monster. Its long snout spewed smoke amid a wasteland of fire and ruin. Somehow she knew these four men were fearless. She, too, would stand on the neck of an iron drake and not flinch.


When everyone gathered, Qadira sat on a bench at the tavern with her uniform fresh. She had thanked the tavern host for his hospitality. She addressed the group, "A night and a dawn have passed. We should know our element of surprise may be lost since the goblin could commune with the Safeguard. Let us eat, then, and go with purpose. I pray the Ruby Star gives us clarity of sight to discern where the foe lurks along the way."

Ar-Raaqis then broke her fast with the others, discreetly eating by angling her helm to conceal her mouth while she took bites or drank.

Spoiler: OOC
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