<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Gauntlet<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nys, Mel and Ellen<br/><br/>Round 1.<br/><br/>Her eyes are wide as saucers at the rapidly escalating violence, she can hardly believe what she seeing. So these corrupt teachers are apparently more then willing to try and kill the students, and fear grips her very being as the undead arms are crawling towards them.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 9to the total<br/>Against Difficulty: 12<br/>Comment: religion<br/>Result: 6,<br/>Total: 15 Versus TN: 12 Success</div></div><br/>"they are just.. tools! Someone else is nearby!" She screams out and holds her glowing dagger high hoping to try and catch sight of the true threat, the necromancer being the vile things. Her arm shaking visibly making the shadows dance wildly along the walls as she hangs on to sanity by the tiniest of threads. "we will die.... why.. fight.. die.. " she mumbles to herself while spinning around in place, tears rolling down her cheeks. It isn't that she is truly afraid of death, she has sought it rather actively herself after all. But more that she will die here, unmourned, her body not given the proper rituals so that her tainted soul can even attempt to plead with the powers above for absolution.