<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)         <strong>AC:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br/><strong>Resources:</strong>  <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 1/2<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br/><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br/><br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br/><br/><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br/><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br/><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Amberyll pressed a finger to her cleft lip, and her ears folded back as they heard, then sighted (then for her at least,<em>smelled</em>) the centaur. Ro be entirely honest she had seen humans eating enough rabbit (and cats, and dogs...) that the thought of returning the favor didn't nauseate her especially - at least not any more than the idea of eating meat did in the first place. But she was also fully aware that they'd be just as happy to eat her, so it's not like this is a point to start a conversation.<br/><br/>As Tali mounted her rock, Amberyll crouched in the grass, watching and listening. She slipped a hand into her pocket, and drew out a bit of fleece. While she threaded the wool through her fingers, she fixed her sight on the centaur who was complaining about being turned down for love.<em>"Ratakka hettama vuu,"</em>she repeated a few times under her breath as she twisted the fleece into a cat's cradle and extended her hands towards the centaur<br/><br/>No one else saw or heard anything...but the one who wanted his dick wet heard a sudden screech in the sky, and felt a shadow fall over him; a truly massive roc, black feathers and golden crested head, was speeding down towards him with claws outstretched and clearly hungry for horseflesh!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Amberyll is casting <em>Phantasmal Force (https://5e.tools/spells.html#phantasmal%20force_phb)</em>. There is no save; the target believes what they are experiencing unless they take the time to interact with or examine the illusion (Investigation check vs. DC of 13) It does no damage this round, but she'll have the 'roc" hit next round and do its damage to the whiny centaur</div></div>