<div class="floatleft">(https://www.nonfictiongaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/ld212_ash_uxiyudxxey.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Arveene Amblecrown<br/><strong>Perception: </strong>17 (passive)<br/><strong>Current Hp: 5/10</strong><br/><strong>Action: </strong>looting the bodies and looking for clues = 21: At 2020-04-23 01:31:28, Arveene (uid: 31397) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146347)<br/><strong>AC: </strong>18<br/><hr/>Pain seared through her leg as the goblin's arrow slipped through her armor and pierced flesh.  Remarkably, she was able to stay on her feet.  It was lucky it wasn't her knee, she thought.  She held her shield ready for more incoming arrows.  Sapphire and Merry charged forward, and as quickly as the fight had begun, it was over.<br/><br/>Arveene scanned the treeline for more goblins and kept her guard up until she felt safe in lowering it.  Her attention moved to her leg.  The arrow didn't seem to have hit anything vital.  She grit her teeth and pushed the arrow through with a grunt of pain, before she pulled it out the other side.  She opened her pack and poured a bit of water over the wound before turning her attention to the dead and dying goblins.<br/><br/>They were evil creatures, and she felt no remorse or sympathy for their fate.  Instead, she began to go through their belongings.  Maybe, as unlikely as it was, she could find some clean bandages, or a healing potion.