<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MrhlQzA.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Aisha</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Fire Bolt</li><li>Light</li><li>Mage Hand</li><li>Raiment</li></ul><br/><strong>1st level</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Burning Hands</li><li>Chromatic Orb</li></ul></div></div><br/>Aisha walked past the terrible murals on either side of her. Forgotten gods and dead religions, she thought with a dismissive toss of her hair. Her line had survived the passing of that ancient age. These deities had apparently not.<br/><br/>At the archway, the sorceress paused. She raised her left hand high, to enlarge the circle of light about her, and the amber glow of the heatless flame in her palm painted an erotic panorama of light and shadow across the luscious curves of her sun-kissed body and her gauzy, diaphanous clothing. Her gold and jewels glinted faintly in the light as she contemplated the two men frozen in inanimate silence.<br/><br/>Guardians, she sumrised. Devotees of the temple cult, frozen here as protectors who would awaken and slaughter any who intruded. The rune upon the flagstone might be a warning to intruders, or might have a double meaning, as so many of such things did. The faithful - those who submitted - would be allowed to pass, while all others would be frozen in mute helplessness to await the temple guardians' tender mercies, she guessed. Since flying was not (yet) among her powers, it seemed the only real alternative was to leap over, and for that she would have to remove her strappy slippers and perform some undignified jumping and prancing around like a circus showgirl.<br/><br/>Aisha smirked.<em>As if</em>, she thought. As if she would be entertainment for the custodians of this ruined temple and its dead god.<br/><br/>Instead, she raised a gloved hand and pointed. There was a great<em>WHOOSH </em>of displaced air, a sudden blast of wind surrounding her that whipped about her cape and hair. Aisha murmured words of power, and a fireball ignited before her index finger, bright as a miniature sun. All about her, shadows retreated and fled.<br/><br/>Then she pointed at the figure on the right, and the fireball erupted into a single fiery bolt that lanced out to strike the cloaked creature!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aisha casts Fire Bolt, the cantrip, on the cloaked figure on the right.<br/>1d20 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139303)</div></div>