<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919232329-9eb928b7.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Virgin Flower</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Orchid</span></span><br/><em>Druid of Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8521); 40 HP (Current 40); AC 16<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Orchid narrowed her eyes, teeth clenched as she hears Azrael yelp and gimp backwards torwards her. "Vile creature, who are you? Why are you here?" The druid would yell, and her attacks were relentless. She spun around and pointed her staff at him and mutter a command word. Suddenly behind Xysis spawns a large crocodile. Its massive Jaws moving to chomp down upon  the man.<br/><br/>(No idea what the attack bonus of a crocodile is. So i'll just roll a d20.)<br/><br/>Croc Bite: At 2011-05-02 11:04:19, Aurora Wayland (uid: 22439) rolls: 1d20 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25387)<br/><br/>The Druid's eyes narrowed with determination. Her wolf growling as it backed up near herself, limping with pain. Her hands gripped her staff, shaped out of old oak. It was a gift given to hey by her mother, and one she cherished.<br/>