<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Ba048a9234306e29484f6ac2d9e84ca1.jpg)</div><strong>Arindalise “Risti” Heatherdown</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ndFiNZPv-vPenWbeR6BqRbG_WUOJQ0k3fhDkgdyVhls/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tracking</div><div class="spoiler_body">Current AC: 18<br/>Current HP: 48/46<br/>Current PSPs: 57/56<br/><br/>Active Energy: Fire<br/><br/>Active Effects: <br/>--Inertial Armor +4 (6 Hours)<br/>--Float (Self and Ahava0<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception 22</div></div><br/>“A good dagger like this, you'd think they would have at least scarred some of the trolls?”  The ginger girl shrugged.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Risti felt much stronger when the sun had risen.  Her lingering wounds where now little more than sore patches and pale skin.  A trickle of power sheathed her body in inertial armor.<br/><br/>Wading through the swamp in<em>extremely</em>inappropriate attire, Risti gave a little sigh.  “I can make myself buoyant.  If anyone's having trouble let me know, I can make you buoyant too.  I feel so close to scorning the earth that I should just be able to step up over the water.”  She groaned and instead pulled herself up to a log.  “Mud between my toes,” she gave a rueful groan as she tightened her sandals.  “Inertial Armor keeps me from getting scratched.  Float keeps me from sinking too deep. But it would take a pair of nice practical boots to keep mud from getting between my toes.  The robe keeps me war.  The magic purse holds my gear without weighing me down.  But nope,” she grinned and wiggled her muddy toes,” not Risti.  She's just too vain to carry a pair of clunky boots.”<br/><br/>A thoughtful moment's pause and she added.  “you know, I saw a really nice pair of clogs in town...”<br/><br/>Giggling Rists slid back down into the water.  "So, remind me.  We're hunting a hydra but we're also looking for a crashed air ship?”<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Risti teasingly tucked a lock of hair behind the teifling beauty's ear, then touched her on the shoulder to give her a little extra buoyancy—and an instinctive understanding of how to adjust to it.  “Night's like last night, Ahava...  Would a cozy cuddle and maybe some kisses help?” She asked, a little shyly.  “If that wouldn't just taunt you...  Maybe slip in with me next time?”<br/><br/>Reaching the old ruin, Risti smiled, “Well, a bit of dry would be nice, and i'd love to look around.”<br/><br/>Her eyes took on a soft sapphire glow as she scanned the area out to about 20 paces (60') for arcane auras—all sorts.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Detect Psionics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spellcraft d20+13 if we need it.  <br/></div></div>