<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/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative &amp; OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Hatless rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1,<br/>Total: 5<br/><br/>Casting Frostbite on Centaur #2<br/>Damage if he fails a CON save:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Hatless rolled: 1d6<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 5</div></div><br/><br/>"Huh? Wha-?" Ahshala looked utterly perplexed as Garrus rushed ahead. His eagerness to charge forward, his fervor for the battle, the advice he tried to offer her -- none of it made sense to her. "B-but...he's not showing his belly. He's laying down..." Her meek reply came far too late and far too quietly to be heard.<br/><br/>Ahshala sighed to herself in a defeated sort of way. Well, when all else failed, a wizard always had their magic to fall back on. The elf's hand swirled about in wide circles, and with it came a whirling current of frigid air around the centaur that still looked to be in fighting shape. The humidity of the hot morning became a coating of frost that started to spread through the centaur's fur.