<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br/>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr/><br/>"Wait, we have to take a test?  But, I didn't study and none of my study group is here to help me!"  She looked quite distraught as she moved to enter the 'testing facility' with the rest of the party, teeth catching hold of her perfectly pouty lower lip and tugging nervously.  Her brow furrowed even more in confusion at the mention of someone she didn't know, her eyes moving over the three others and then down at herself as she did the calculations on her fingers.<br/><br/>"Who's Mia Rosenberg?  Do you think she'd let me copy off her test?"'<br/><br/>Her confusion only deepened when they walked into the weird room with the mannequins.  She shot a suspicious and slightly awed look at the wooden head in the fire that didn't burn.  "Wow...the people who built this must be very powerful mages!"  Her attention was only half on the voice coming from the grille, and she utterly misses the mention of debt...and only somewhat hears their instructions.<br/><br/>Wandering over to peer at the dummies seated around the table curiously, she's startled when Roondar suddenly shouted and attacked one of the other mannequins.  Gasping with a little jump, she drew the greataxe strapped cleverly to her back and lifted it overhead, only to watch in even more confusion as the bard shoved another dummy down the stairs.<br/><br/>It was then that the little she'd heard of their instructions filtered back in and she blinked.  "Oh!  Okay.."<br/><br/>She turned to a training dummy a few feet away and growled menacingly, managing to look surprisingly intimidating for someone like her.  Bounding across the distance between them she was a work of art; all glistening golden skin, fluidly flexing muscles, shining silken hair, round ripe ass and bouncing bountiful breasts.  Her raised arm swung down to strike the dummy a dazzlingly powerful blow which split the flimsy wicker and cloth in twain, scattering wooden limbs and kindling at her feet.<br/><br/>She twirled on the balls of her feet and swung her axe up over her head again like some warrior goddess, backlit by the fire and stunning.<br/><br/>For a moment she simply stood like that, then her expression dissolved into confusion again and she glanced up toward the grille.  "What...what else was I supposed to do again?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Stacie rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Dummy Attack<br/>Result: 18, <br/>Total: 20<br/><br/>Roll Result: Stacie rolled: 1d12<br/>Comment: Dummy Damage<br/>Result: 10, <br/>Total: 10</div></div>