<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0c/0a/f0/0c0af03a03645cb9edb6f70dc5d634fe.gif)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Peaches Fizzwhimsy<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Pixie, Fairy-type<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>Armor:</strong>-<strong>XP:</strong>-/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Glowing, candle-bright<br/><strong>Action:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Volley  6</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2022-06-01 04:00:33, Peaches (uid: 27361) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=159418)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:   8(-1)  Constitution: 12  Dexterity: 15(+1)<br/>Intelligence:  13 (+1) Wisdom:   9     Charisma: 16 (+2)<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"I think that went pretty well, considering!" peaches announced as they were hurriedly ushered from Lord Blackcrest's estate. "And an excuse to get out of the city!" As soon as they were beyond hte walls, she stored away her cloak and returned to her preferred size - roughly like a large jaybird or thrush, wings zmzmzmzmzmzm'ing as she flew just above and behind Valna<br/><br/>...And as it happens they blunder right into bandits accosting a merchant. With a little scowl, she slipped from her belt a wood-and-horn slingshot, and a nice smooth stone from one of her pouches.  She wasn't really interested in chatting up a bunch of thugs who had just been beating up some poor merchant four-to-one! Instead, she squinted one eye, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips, and let fly, hoping to peg a baghead boy right in the gunnysack... and missing "Shoo! And get a better gimmick! Or else!" She pouted angrily. She had picked that particular rock<em>special</em>!