<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Wise_Woman%27s_Apprentice.jpg)<br/><em>Marissa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221374.msg10880298#msg10880298)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Arcanist (Blade Adept)|Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12  <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>13 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>14, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>16, <strong>Wis </strong>10, <strong>Cha </strong>12<br/><strong>Arcane Reservoire:</strong> 4/4 <strong>Panache:</strong> 4/4<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +4 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +4 <strong> Saves:</strong> +1/+4/+2 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: dagger +1 (1d4/19-20)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), mage hand, prestidigitation<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> mage armor, color spray<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pure Human, baby.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>Marissa's expression began to change from exasperated to incredulous the more she heard Saphirr speak. Mention of the Entertainer produced a brief frown as she tried to recall what Mebbeth had mentioned about the deity -- still, if all her followers acted like Saphirr in unknown and potentially very dangerous surroundings, Marissa doubted she'd ever find much merit with the goddess.<br/><br/>"Then you mustn't have gotten around much. Pretty sure most of them are non-sentient." The raven-haired woman noted laconically and shook her head. With a sigh, she began to dry her own clothes, after all, cantrip magic once more flowing between her fingers. "Fine, don't listen to me. Just don't blame me if something happens."<br/><br/>As the arcane energy flowed from her fingers into her clothes, Marissa's eyes stopped on a particular corner close to where Saphirr had stood before -- something was out of place there. Clumps of dirt and leafs that, upon looking around, weren't to be seen anywhere else. Signs of another visitor, perhaps? Abandoning her spell-work, she crouched close and carefully brushed the dirt anyway -- first checking for spider-webs, she certainly didn't want any crawling into<em>her</em>skin (though she was now no longer entirely certain it had actually happened, Mebbeth had always told her not to dismiss what her senses and instincts told her simply because it was strange, so she didn't) -- and then noticed the crevice and a sack hidden inside.<br/><br/>"Hey, there's something in there!" Marissa announced with a hint of excitement in her voice. "I think it's a book? Maybe a journal." She quickly pulled it out, removing a tome from its folds and took a look at the leather-bound treasure. "No, that's definitely no journal … a spellbook!" Though she was eager to have a look at its contents, this definitely wasn't the time to read at length and even though so far the moisture hadn't damaged the pages she didn't really want to expose it anymore than necessary. She briefly filed through the pages, noting that it had only a few spells inside -- less than her own, even -- but she was still very interested in what exactly they were.<br/><br/>She quickly pulled her backpack down and stuffed it inside, for the first time since they had arrived actually smiling. "I'll keep that for later. We need to get out fi--."<br/><br/>And then it happened. Sapphir collapsed to the floor.<br/><br/>Though Marissa was rather skeptical about the sanity of their new companion, her expression quickly fell apart as she saw that -- she immediately rushed forward, leaving her backpack where it was. "Hells, I told her, I told her --- breathe,<em>breathe</em>!" Panic was apparent on her face because there was nothing she really could do -- well, there was one thing, at least.<br/><br/>She quickly pulled her belt free, stuffing the leather between Sapirr's teeth as she spasmed so that she wouldn't bite her tongue. "Is it poison? Some parasite? I can't tell." She looked up towards Canin, looking desperate. "Healing! Do you have any healing magic?!"<br/><br/>The question was perhaps a surprising one -- Marissa knew about Canin's true magical aspirations from Mebbeth, of course, but she had always respected the half-orc's 'magic-hating' front and never made mention of it. She had already decided that she would reveal her knowledge on the other side of the portal since their combined survival would depend upon them being able to use all their skills properly, but had hoped to do so under less catastrophic circumstances.<br/>