#Satarra Skyshatter

[adventures-in-raverun]

Satarra Skyshatter (Dragonborn Sorcerer)

Drawn and played by: @foxxers

Age: 18

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Traits: Ambitious, slow to trust, prideful, intelligent, tactful, insightful. 

[adventures-in-raverun]

Satarra’s Second dream

You enjoy an evening of watching Atarah make a fool of herself, disgustingly cute moments between     Osmund and Sonia, and several attempts from Zunkar to try and sleep with some of the waitresses/patrons. You actually don't know how successful he's been yet, but he seems to be having a good time.

Eventually, you decided to turn in for the night, your plans to leave and find a new city to head to for work fills your thoughts as you lay down and drift off.

 While you're asleep, you have a strange dream. It starts off pretty well, you're getting rid of an enemy and you're powerful. You glance at yourself, your clothes have changed, your scales shine brighter, and as you breathe a lightning breath, the bolts spark stronger than you remember. They flicker with power, and it sends chills of excitement down your spine. You look around you, and the first thing you see is Zunkar running past you and skewering an enemy with his horns. Is it you or has he gotten…..stronger?  

 A hand rests on your arm, and you see Toradin, with a calm expression, magic emulating from him as you realize he's placed a protective spell over you. He gives you a more confident smile before grabbing his hammer and rushing off to do Moradin's work.

You hear a crunch ahead as a familiar sight of an arrow closes in. You brace for impact, but it's deflected as Adora steps in, the little debutant looking far more mature as she nods at you and strikes back at the enemy. Fairuz catches your attention as she bravely conjures a storm, better for your lightning to strike at them in. She looks wiser, capable.

 A flash of orange distracts as you see Atarah dart into battle, daggers deep in the flesh of her enemy. She looks less annoying in your eyes, as she calculates her next attack carefully.

You feel a grin as your begin to power up your next spell, focusing on the storm cloud before you. White breaks through the storm clouds as a pair of eyes from and blink at you before growing brighter and brighter till it blinds you.

 When you have your vision next, the world is silent, and you're prone on the ground. As you get up, you catch yourself looking over yourself once more. You're weaker, even weaker than you are now. When was the last time you had eaten?

Self-Preservation grabs hold as you hear something in the distance. You try to brush it off as something small and harmless before gathering your things. Your coin purse seems lighter, work must be scarce again. You take a deep breath before venturing from the clearing into the forest beyond.

 Something doesn't seem right as you continue forward, but you can't spot what it is. Suddenly, you feel something sink into your shoulder blade, pain blooming immediately in that spot. You swirl around to spot a Dragonborn, arrow poised for another strike, hate, and intent in his eyes.

"Atone for your sins, murderer." you hear him growl as another arrow lets loose, sinking into your opposite shoulder.

Returning his growl you try and release a lightning breath, but the sparks are small and inefficient. Another arrow finds your arm, the pain now rising to almost unbearable levels.

You have more weapons at your disposal and cast a spell. You couldn't recall the powerful one you were using earlier, instead, a weaker version comes out and does some damage.

You're not a fan of the circumstance.

You're better than this.

You're going to be dead at this rate.

Your body suddenly seizes at the feel of poison surging through your veins. Your feel your knees collapse as you sink to them, glaring at your enemy. He approaches, an arrow aimed for your throat.

"It's easier to kill you when you're alone." The voice sounds distorted, and it almost sounds like a familiar traitorous voice from the past. The arrow flies from its bow towards you, and you awake from the impact.

Breathing heavily you glance around the room. You're still at the Greater Pint, and you can hear slight snoring from the room next door. Not quite sure who it is.

As you glance around, you spot a ravens feather on your bed and pick it up.

The moment it touches your hand, you remember the eyes within the cloud from your dream, and a voice echoes that you're not quite sure you remembered from then…

"Choose wisely."