<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong><em>Mercy</em><br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Sensible Adventuring Clothes<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Adventure<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wisdom Save - 6</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jacqueline rolled: 1d20, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment: Wisdom Save<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 6</div></div><br/><br/>Jacqueline's nose turned up at the smell, and quickly she had a hand over the lower half of her face trying to muffle that vile odor. The coffins she eyes with a disdainful unhappiness. These didn't look like patients to her.<br/><br/>Before she could speak her mind however, the coffins began to move and rats began to swarm. This was all too much for her. After holding on during the storm and evacuation and all she had dealt with, Jacqueline's mind went numb for just a second, her mouth falling open her lips trembling, her eyes scared for a moment, before she screamed. In that moment, she was every bit the dainty young noble girl she kept insisting to her brothers she wasn't, and here she was screaming and startled and terrified at the sight of a few rats and spooky noises.<br/><br/>The crewmen had to make no effort to get her up on top, in fact the only struggle would be if they stood in her way as she bolted towards the exit and fled as fast as she could.