<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NxaLBd2.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crop top and skirt combo: <br/>(https://i.imgur.com/mQzMyIZ.jpg) </div></div></div><br/><strong>Angelique (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1720332)</strong><br/><em>Aasimar Sorcerer: Divine Soul 4 <br/>Health: 24/30, Sorcerer Points: 3/4, Spell Slots: 1st: 1/4 2nd: 0/3  AC: 15</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: <br/>Effects: Mage Armor<br/>Action: <br/>Bonus: none<br/>Move: <br/></div></div><hr/><br/>As the sounds of the battle die down, Angelique looking around as she pants, casting so many spells in such a short time is tiring.  She looked at Gurlove as they both listened for any response to the woman's screams.  Far off to the south, they hear a similar cry, they can't tell how far the voice is away.  Looking at Gurlove, Angelique made a couple of quick gestures toward her companion, all the blood on the half-orc getting wiped off the woman and splattering on the ground.  "I think someone heard,"  she was looking around nervously, trying to find a place to hide.  "Should we hide?  I am almost out of spells."  She informed her lover as she breathes deeply, her large, firm bosom pushing upward against her tight blouse.<br/><br/>The fight had gone well, but meeting more of them before they could get a little rest could go very bad. Her head jerked to the south as she heard the call again, it was coming from the south and closer to the road then they are. "Umm... are they between us the road?" She asked Gurlove as she looked around.  This was the first time she had ever been in a dangerous situation like this.  Although so far there was no sound from east of them, although she was expecting to hear something soon.