<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 stopped short, peering down onto the scene. She tilted her head and tried to make sense of the situation. An older man was swinging wildly at the younger human. She looked down at Azrael and whispered to him: "Stay back and guard well.". Slowly the Druid stalked closer her fists clenching her staff tightly.<br/><br/>"Be still humans!" She commanded, jabbing her staff into the ground. Suddenly vines burst from the ground, attempting to wrap themselves around both of their feet and arms. The near by trees groan, warping and shifting to over take the humans.<br/><br/>Spell Cast: Entangle.<br/>Reflex Save: 15. If Successful the person suffers movement penalty.<br/>If failed, Strength Check of 20 breaks free. Or Escape Artist.<br/><br/>The Druid stood there, lithe and exotic. Long black hair blowing across her delicate features. Her skin moist with sweat. Up her right arm were tribal tattoos. Her blue eyes gazed down upon them. As she was up higher on a small bank she seemed taller then she was. Her naval was pierced with a wooden ring, and her breasts bound back in a leather make shift top.<br/><br/>"Why are you fighting here!?" She inquired, attempting to sound authoritative.