<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/BettyPost.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eri'Beta 'Betty' Vayne (https://ddb.ac/characters/41026022/5dmnRd)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/27 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception - 14 | Investigation - 13 | Insight - 11<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>Init (19) | Attack (13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151577))<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Betty's eyes widened with first anger over her failure to strike true, then pain as the wight proved not so unlucky.  Only a moment passed, however, before the tiefling's magic all but eliminated the agony that had brought tears springing to the corners of the bard's pale eyes.  Betty shot her a grateful look and danced to the side, calling to their deft rogue as she slipped behind the nearest well-armored member of their group, deciding that perhaps her role was best served not drawing attacks.<br/><br/>Instead, she let a song of unknowable origin slip through lips that seemed never to move, the whispers of the abyss rising through her throat to assail the mind of the wight that attacked Irethe.  Discordant sounds that almost resembled voices, filtered through the mind of a creature that had never set foot nor flipper on anything so logical as solid ground, trickled into the undead meat animating the abomination and worked to rend the last bare spark of sanity that animated it.<br/><br/>"Look at this photograph...every time I do it makes me laugh...."<br/><br/>[Casting Dissonant Whispers on the Wight with 21 HP<br/><br/>A whole 6 damage, and a Wis DC of 13 halves.]