<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Life has been a bit of a cruel mistress to me as of late, so deepest apologies for not putting this up sooner.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Initiative score (1d20 - 1): 4 - 1 = 3</div></div></div><br/><br/>Sarysa heard more than saw the fireball coming, not having the most experience around this particular school of magic, but she knew enough to know when to duck her head.  As soon as the explosion hit the middle of the wagon, the dragonborn lifted her shield above her head protectively while hunkering down, just narrowly avoiding the splash of the sudden inferno behind her, as well as one of the wagon wheels flying overhead.  Unfortunately for this plan though, the dragonborn underestimated the sheer -size- of the fireball, and once that piece of wagon passed over her body, the rest of the fire kept going, and even the best of metal can only do so much against magic flame, the scaled warrior letting out a battlecry of mixed passion and pain as her entire body felt unbearably hot for just an instant, but the damage was done.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Reflex save (1d20 - 2): Can't remember the roll, but know it was failed by a small margin</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"NOOOOOOOOW!!!!! NOONE SURVIVES!!" comes a thickly-accented male voice, his yell rising over the sound of burning wood, and Veyin's desperate coughs for air.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh how true that is, no one makes me look weak, you hear me?!"  With a quick glance back over her shoulder to sweep over the wagon, or what remained of it, it seemed that she might be on her own for a bit before any of the others were back on their feet, if they weren't already feeling their last breaths leave their lungs.  The sight brought a scowl to her visage as she slipped her helmet back onto her head, standing up in her spot as she faced the charging horde alone.  "Pah, weaklings, take a break while I do all the work, you'd only get in my way!"  With her concentration not faltering, even in the face of the enemy, Sarysa stood ready to intercept the strongest of the bandit's attacks and turn them aside, letting out a challenging, defiant roar that only a dragon could muster.  She was ready for them, let them come.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Images flashed through her head, not her own memories but of someone else, a grand battle at least a hundred times larger than this current one.  She was down on the ground, on her hands and knees, looking up just in time to see a huge shadowy figure move in, swinging an oversized axe down towards her prone form, much faster than she could react.  Her eyes never closed, willing to embrace a glorious death through battle...and a sudden flash of brilliant metal flared into her vision, sparks from both weapons dancing through the air for an instant from the contact.  She knew the weapon, it was her own, even though it was in the hands of another.  A brief exchange of blows between two fighters took place in front of her, with the shadowed figure soon succumbing to the might of the other, a larger than normal blue-scaled dragonborn.  She couldn't help but find a sly grin crawling onto her features as she took an offered hand and stood up, the hammer, <span style="font-weight: bold">her</span> hammer being placed in the other.  "I could have taken him, you didn't need to interfere."  The other dragon let out a hearty chuckle, even in the middle of a huge battlefield, patting her on the shoulder strongly.  "Aye lass, you had 'im just fine...but I be needing ya in better condition than this, can't have ye getting injured, yet at least."  She clasped her hand around his forearm, and he returned the simple gesture before the scene dissolved, an instant only passing in real time as the spirit of the Thunder God flowed through her actions.</span><br/>Not many would believe a dragon could sing, but even the battle-hardened warrior in shining plate gave off a calm yet invigorating start of a chant.  "Guide my weapon strong and true, for my enemies retribution due.  Let not a single foe stop my cause, for their mercy I will give no pause..."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The above line (as well as subsequent ones for this particular chant) is done in a style very similar to 'Greensleeves', drawn out lines over time.</div></div></div><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Edit edit: Avatar updated with a very close (not exact) interpretation of what Sarysa would appear like without her armor (at least her top third)</div></div></div>