<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>Boring, boring, boring, something to fight!<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/>“Oof!” Grella had taken a spill just as she thought that her and her newly acquired sword just might make a go of it! The sword flew from her hand and the green Amazonia felt a ting of red from such a thing occurring. It was hard to see where it landed, but Katra was so kind as to fling it back her way. One would think a sword flying at someone would be cause for alarm, but she only smiled and lifted her hand to allow the mimic to grip as she did. Things were something of a mess, and she’d done nothing to make it better “Sorry S. I seem a little rusty…”<br/><br/>This was, of course, not exactly wrong. She’d not had so much as an altercation since her resurrection, and this would be her first time fighting with the group, especially since the mimic scuffle didn’t quite count. They all appeared to be working to bring the beast down, but were suffering in doing so. They needed to hunt, but it might be too late to make that a suggestion. There was a chance to use Katra and Juro for eyes in the sky, but that had ended when one was sent rolling to her and the other sent to the ground almost cooked. She’d managed to brace Katra and stand as the knight created the walls. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with the fire…” She grimaced as she carefully moved into the falling kernels “I gotta check on Juro”<br/><br/>The singed rabbit was down for the moment, and Grella paused near him as she looked around the corn, burning and unburnt alike “We’re making a real mess of this, aren’t we? We’ll have to pay the old man soon if we don’t get this done. She raised her sword arm high into the air, as if in victory “S, you got anything on our prey?”<br/>