<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DEdcyEB.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Grella Bonecrusher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16270236#msg16270236)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Elc Barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/23<strong>Armor:</strong>+1<strong>XP:</strong>x/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>+1 to find Mimic (Lore roll)<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Rise and rise again…<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 16 (+2)    Constitution: 15 (+1)<br/>  Dexterity: 13 (+1) Intelligence: 9 (-) Wisdom: 8 (-1)  Charisma: 12 (-)  Damage: D10<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Her story was short, since there wasn’t much in the way of time to accomplish much since her first death. There was something sad about that, truthfully. A feeling of not-quite-done that might have been maddening if she weren’t already dead and beyond that in the embrace of Death. All the same, she’d found herself about to be let go to experience more of what she’d experienced before…or did she? Things got fuzzier the further she got from it, but Death she remembered! The two of them seemed to witness the words appear before the dark bride spoke curiously soft just before the sharp tug pulled upon the whisper echoed around her. She was being called back. For better or worse.<br/><br/>The tug lasted until she felt herself slam into the land of the living, her body compressing before arching out as if hit by a jolt, followed by a series of coughs that might have made one think she was a long time smoker. She was checking herself as Cass was speaking, even as she fought back control over the coughs. She seemed in-tact, and thankfully not on fire…or burnt to a crisp…always good things. Second time easier? An eyebrow arched hard as she just stared at her employer, and would have been so inclined to say something towards that comment, had she not been made aware of the res-erection she sported. Of course…<br/><br/>Nakedness was fine, but randomly walking around at full mast was undignified. Still, she did as asked and gave Cass a chance to examine her before she stood. No matter the damn cock, it’ll figure out there’s nothing for it to do and go away. One hand absently ruffled her hair some as she stood and chuckled at Katra “Better than dead, I guess…” but then, why did it feel like she kept leaving a little behind with Death? How long before she was just a shell…no, those are not thoughts for the day! Some other time for those. “I missed it, didn’t I?” she asked Katra, crossing her arms as she pouted “No way you all would have got me back in time.”<br/><br/>But then Xanavel had caught her attention, and at least for a little while, the duel was forgotten. The Elc may not have been the smartest, but the statement was obviously directed at her current hardened self, which not that someone has actually mentioned it as something to be used, now made it more difficult to make it go away. “First I must eat. No…find my sword, and then eat.” She turned to Katra with some concern “Did S make it?” and almost as if hit in the head, she leaned against the table as the residual memory of fire and burning hit for the briefest of moments “Valna! Is she okay?! Did she make it?”<br/><br/>