Name: Amelia Stroud
Age: 22
Species: Witch(prefers the term Magically Endowed)
Occupation: Traveler

It was almost dusk by the time Amelia wandered through the gates to Leianne, soft snow smushing against the cobblestone path under her boot with each step. Despite the cold and snowy atmosphere, she showed little signs of discomfort, wearing a dark red duster coat with leather armor strapped to the shoulder, lever action rifle sling across her back, and a slim 3 inch stick with a small purple glow at the end of it.

All that was on the girls mind was rest, having wandered through the surrounding wilderness all night to reach the city, so she began to look attentively for a place to stay for the night.

@Dustos

*yanws and puts my hair on my back showing my deep purple eyes as i speak in a sleeppy voice* "its morning already? I guess that i overslept" *yawns again* "hey how could you enter i said to the guards to dont let anyone enter untill i leave the tower" *she get up and grab the notes* "well i guess that its ready for use"

The figure downed the other tankard of ale just as fast as the first one before getting up and leaving the tavern. He passed by the travelling witch without even giving her a second glance as he headed towards the local blacksmith to purchase a few items that were certainly not available to most customers. And in the light snowfall of the dusky sky, his silhouette almost seemed to have a mythic and ethereal feeling to those who saw it as it looked transparent and there were no footprints wherever he stepped.

@Liza

*When asked how he entered, he casually leaned sideways and floated off the ground, laying on his left side, and propping his head up on his left wrist. He teasingly waved his right finger in syncopation.* "Tsk tsk, you left your window open again. Same way I always sneak in to bug you."
*He shifted himself into a cross legged sitting position and floated next to Liza.*

"What's the spell for? Did the queen requisition it or are you fiddling about with a personal hobby?"

@Dustos

"You should know that i hate the heat so thats why i dont lock my windows and no this isnt a hobby this is only a test of my new spell kind" "its a trow kind you make a ballon with this liquid and you think in your new body then it will transform you as the smoke covers the area" "well lets try *i trow a ballon on the floor* *a green smoke cover my body* *when it dissapear i look like you* "it worked?"

@Liza

"Hey! Careful with that!" *Jumping back, Dustos fanned some of the smoke away and covered his face. As the smoke dissipates, Liza had assumed an exact likeness of him but was still wearing her original clothes she was sleeping in. They fit her previous form nicely, but didn't quite fit his body, that she now assumed.*
"Wow, not bad, Liza! How'd you pull that off? I mean... I understand it in a planar magic sense, but how'd you pull that off with arcane techniques?
...
Also... whatcha gonna use it for? Looking like me, I mean."

Amelia looked through the peoples walking through the streets of Leianne, even so late there were still so many people out. So many unique beings, all impossibly unique in different ways, all kinds of magic running through each and every soul. Had her knees not been aching she might've kept staring all day.

She ducked out into the first open store she saw, despite only snowing little her hair and parts of her outfit had begun to frost over. She rung the water from the now melting frost out of her ponytail as she began to look and see what store she had entered.

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@Victor

"Watch where you tread, warlock." He said to the smaller man, barely looking his way although his hood had fallen and allowed the man to see the bone mask covering his face. Although it quickly vanished as he pulled his hood back over and the white bone vanished under a sheet of darkness, and the man growled somewhat inhumanly as two bright irises of orange appeared in the darkness. "I suggest you forget about this encounter if you value your life." He said gruffly as the accent appeared much thicker once he spoke longer, although certainly quite a mystery to the centuries younger warlock. He continued and vanished in the snowstorm that began to pick up strength, and on the ground were an absence of footprints from the towering man, leaving no trace that he was ever there.

Inside the store Amelia found herself surrounded by shiny trinkets of all kinds. Decorative pieces and small tools like watches mostly, but she still looked around, stumbling upon a pack of 24 silver bullets. Quickly she paid for the box of bullets and placed it in her satchel.

@Amelia

The figure that had passed by the witch passed by the front of the store, turning his head and revealing the glowing orange irises inside the darkness of the hood, and the audible growl of a wolf could be heard as time seemed to slow down as he looked directly at the witch. He began vanishing into the snowstorm with only the glowing irises remaining until they too grew faint and faded from view with a flurry of snow completely obscuring him from view.

@Bjørn

Amelia stopped as she looked through the store windows at the man standing before her, not breaking eye contact until he began to walk away. Once she saw him vanish from her view, she pulled a revolver holstered at her hip out, replacing the regular bullets with six silver ones.

The figure seamlessly made his way through the snowstorm and arrived at the door of the blacksmith's shop. He raised one gauntlet covered fist and pounded on the door a few times until the blacksmith opened the door and looked up at the towering figure in fear. "My order of materials, I’ve come to collect it." He nodded shakily and went and brought a small and heavy chest, which he exchanged for a large sack of gold coins as the figure left without saying another word, the chest tucked under his left arm.

@Victor

Placing the last bullet into her revolver as the man spoke up, she quickly placed it back in her holster before extending her hand to grasp his. "Amelia. And not really, I'm not exactly the best with environmental magics."

@Victor

"Bright orange irises?" She said aloud, thinking to herself for a moment. "Oh yeah, he stared me down for a minute or so, then headed down the street." She said as she pointed southward down the street.

"I didn't think much of him, some folks just like to stare I guess."