<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses        <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br/><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 3/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br/>Burning Hands<br/>Magic Missile<br/>Feather Fall<br/>Disguise Self<br/>Invisibility<br/>Tasha's Mind Whip<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh goodness." Ahshala covered her mouth with one hand. A look of shocked horror swept across her eyes. The blood. The gore. The strip of meat that the centaur chewed on. The elf retched behind her hand, nearly losing her breakfast of dried fruits and nuts from earlier in the morning. Watching a human be eaten was not something life had prepared her to see.<br/><br/>A handful of her peers were eccentric to be sure; it almost came with the territory of a life spent in isolated curiosity. There were cadavers and detached limbs that she had seen and even studied in a few universities, but it all felt so impersonal. That arm could have belonged to Kythis, the man they were sent to find. Knowing that the butchered limb had a name attached to it somehow made it worse.<br/><br/>Amberyll's spellcasting jarred Ahshala out of staring at the gruesome scene. Spells. Right. The elf flipped her book open and held it aloft in one outstretched arm. Arcane words flowed from her lips and soon a purple, translucent mist was flowing from the palm of her hand and coalescing around her in the form of spectral armor that slowly faded from sight.<br/><br/>Her spell complete, Ahshala peeked out from her hiding spot behind the mountain that was Garrus and warily eyed the two centaurs. "So what do we do?" The feral man seemed the best target for the question. There were many things Ahshala knew, but knowledge of battle was not her specialty.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stealth &amp; Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Hatless rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1,<br/>Total: 5<br/><br/>I'd like to cast Mage Armor as well.</div></div>