<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Fb7e8e46b085aeb893d245ac3ee0151e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=232509.msg11459571#msg11459571)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Hit points:</strong> 33/33 <strong>Hit die:</strong> 5d8 <strong>Initiative:</strong> <br/><strong>Conditions:</strong> Infected with swamp disease (Rolled a 3)<br/><strong>Abilities:</strong> S1: 4/4  S2: 3/3  S3: 2/2  |  Hero Points: 1  |  Bardic Inspiration 4d8<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> Rapier, Diplomat's Pack, Horn, Lute, Leather Armor, Dagger, Favor of an admirer (Crimson necktie), Costume, Belt Pouch, Arcane Focus - Crystal, 5gp, a silver spoon with an M engraved on the handle, a scrap of cloth from an old banner</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Vix noticed the flying green dragon coming by, but just as she was about to reach for her rapier, the boat suddenly lurched and Vix's stomach jumped about like a frog.  Both hands went to the side of the boat, gripping tight for several moments and coughing, but nothing ugly happened.<br/><br/>She was getting hungry, now, a bad combination with her illness.  Nothing good would come of feeding her tummy only to have it come back up.<br/><br/>Although she'd meant to stand guard and be ready, the faerie dragon had already made it to the boat.  Instead, she just put a hand on the hint, not yet drawing it - and hoping she wouldn't have to.  "Friend or foe?" she asked, hopeful for friend.  "And what is that huge thing?"<br/><br/>Except...the other woman was chained up.  That didn't make sense for an attacking force, or even scouts.  What was going on?<br/><br/>If only the darn boat would stop rocking around so she could stop and think...