<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:34/34<strong>Phantom</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness<strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br/><strong>AC</strong>:12<strong>Initiative</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ophelia was usually slow to rise, an unfortunate result of years of haunting combined with years of not really having any responsibilities whatsoever. However she was uncharacteristically quick to her feet when the shout came down that they had spotted the island they had been searching for. Still in her nightgown the princess rushed above deck, having managed to overcome her fears well enough to at least walk in a straight line without assistance, "What is it? Is it the island we're looking fo..." she started to ask excitedly, though seeing the look on Fargold's face stopped her dead in her tracks. It seemed his suspicions had been right after all...though that was hardly anything to be happy about she realized.<br/><br/>"Well...I mean...this is good right? We can actually deal with the problem now..." Ophelia said, walking up to the elf and taking the offered spyglass, turning it to the far off island, "I'm sure it can't be that ba-oh....oh..." she muttered, stomach flipping and knees wobblying a bit, quietly handing back the spyglass and leaning against the railing to steady herself. She could feel her ancestor's voice in the back of her mind,<em>"...mistake..."</em>he muttered plainly, referring to them coming here. All this time Ophelia had done nothing but feel small and inconsequential, and the shear massiveness of the daunting island before them only hammered that point in deeper, a rusty nail pinning through whatever confidence she had built over the past few days. Turning her back to the railing Ophelia would slide down to a seated position and hug her legs to her chest, still trying to comprehend the scale of what laid before them and how they were supposed to even cross it let alone defeat whatever mastermind resided there, "So...." she murmured softly, "...what's the plan then?"