<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/44/56/05/44560515eeda356c8383133ffb8263eb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Lissbet</span></span><br/>Human? Antipaladin (Dread Vanguard/Tyrant)/Cleric(Undead Lord), 12 HP, AC 10, FATIGUED Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1672533).<br/><em>Ex-death cultist, maybe? Crazy. Stick your dick in the crazy at your own risk. Likes pain and chain.</em><br/><br/>Location: Northern Women’s Cell (the popular place!)<br/>Tagging: Whoever<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move Action - Stand up<br/>Move Action - Move 30’ NW2 (counts as 15’), SW1, S2 (Ends position in same square as Hux. Hux is helpless (prone and asleep) therefore she can occupy the square).</div></div><br/><br/>Lissbet rolled over and onto her feet, crouching as she heard the rattle of the key in the door's lock. No sense catching a lucky crossbow bolt in the fact, now.<br/><br/>The Quick were living up to their name again. No planning. Not even a moment of whispered coordination. Someone has laid down darkness upon them all, someone else has gotten a key, and now all bets are off. Lissbet gives an almost silent, rattly sighing curse that stays half-swallowed, deep in her throat. Breathless, almost, but then the language that the curse was in was made by things that didn't breathe.<br/><br/>She watches as the other women file out and take their positions, Hux dropping to the floor...The other tiefling's work, she thinks. Quite a few of the cellmates can clearly see as well as she can in the magical darkness. The humans can't. The guards are human. Fools. A thin smile graced her lips in the darkness and she eeled past two of the other women with a lightly breathed "Coming through," as she edged around the opened cell-door and past two of the others, her shiv dropping into her hand as she came to a stop standing over Hux's corpse.<br/><br/>He's still breathing. Well. Perhaps he'll live to regret it.<br/><br/>Lissbet stood near enough one of the bowmen to reach out and touch him, not that he had any idea, the idiot.<br/><br/>Still, he'd learn soon enough.