<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21V9ZpL.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mahsati, the Moon Whisper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214888.msg13653077#msg13653077)</span><br/>Elven Feral Huntress (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1388650)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Aspect: +2 Dex<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +6<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 28 | 31 <strong>AC</strong>: 18 (<strong>T</strong>: 14, <strong>FF</strong>: 14) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 30 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +11<br/><strong>Spells</strong>: First: 4 Second: 3<br/><strong>Teamwork Feat</strong>: Spirit of the Corps</div></div><hr/><br/>Mahsati scowled at the little bits of sand and wood, idly rubbing a thumb against the broad copper band she wore on one wrist, tracing the antique lines of stylized clouds and spiraled towers.  She disliked nearly everything about this plan.  "We huddle in our new stone den to split them up, yes?  So we aren't outnumbered.  We use the tired walls of my dead cousins to block their arrows."  She ran her tongue along a white, sharp fang, then reached down to loosen a canteen.  "Then we split up, too, and go outside to fight archers?  We might hide, yes, but alone out there...if they catch sight, that hunt will be swift and inglorious, eagles after desert mice."  It would, in fact, be exactly the sort of slaughter in open ground they'd been running through the desert to avoid.<br/><br/>She sipped at the rim of her canteen, enjoying the odd mixed taste of brass, desert water and the smell of old, cool stone.  She'd filled it from the spring with Khait before carefully hiding the water source again.  "We kill them a piece at a time, like the Seven Hearted Wind Snake.  They don't rush madly through the desert like angry fire-djinn to play at siege.  They enter, you shoot them from the stairs, back up...they will charge into a foolish little bundle at the base, trying to hack at you.  I, Khait, and Dreaming-Venom," she gestured at the scorpion, once again lazing nearby, "attack from the kitchen, kill the magic-workers with swift fell blades, devour their hearts, trap the unmounted men."  The half drow grinned at the thought, revealing her fangs with a hungry look.<br/><br/>"After, we can deal with the little arrow men.  Perhaps in the dark.  They will be tired when they arrive; we will be well rested."