<strong>Tha'ael (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=604399)</strong><br/>One foot in the grave<br/><hr/>Tha'ael, picking up on the noise ahead, sweeps her empty, gloved hand in wide sweeping circles-- she emits only a slight hiss for attention to those not looking, then draws a wide circle in the air and, shrinking like a cat about to pounce, glides into the darkest corner where she can 'set up' for an ambush.<br/>All humor gone from her now, she slips one dagger from its sheath in her boot and, with a flick of her fingers, pivots the blade in a flicking arc to overhand so its point its ready for a precision stroke... the glisten of her black armor becomes dull and oily in the meager shadows of the corridor,making her compact form as difficult to see as possible.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-10-01 20:29:14, Thaael (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a18 Result: 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50549)</div></div>