<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>: Scent<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 shrugged, disagreeing without contradicting, and ignored the attempt to conceal their tracks.  She could do a much better job of it, but the effort was pointless with the scout overhead.  Instead she nodded to the worn stone facade.  "An old temple of the Blessed.  A defensible den and a death trap."  She glided forward, running her hand in a sorrowful caress along the stone.  "We could lose them in the night, I think.  Kill the little birdie, escape in the darkness.  Trying before that would be reckless."  A defensible place to sleep until then - and cover that might tempt the magical spy in closer - would be welcome.<br/><br/>Slipping beneath the doorway's pointed arch, she paused a moment in unwelcome wistfulness at the sight of the carved images.  Although she only recognized a couple, she set others to memory, her mind already weaving stories around them.<em> Preserve what is left,</em>her mothers often lectured,<em>And restore what is lost.</em>"There won't be another exit, I think," she intoned softly, then hesitated a moment.  "We aren't alone."  She wiggled her fingers at the recent tracks, never quite sure how blind her companions were to such things.<br/><br/>She loosened her spidersilk veils to reveal a face twisted, as usual, with bestial traits: eerie yellow eyes and a jutting jaw filled with sharp, white teeth.  Inhaling deeply, she began to hunt the creature by scent and sight, seeking to determine what it was, how to easily kill it and most importantly how best to eat it.<br/><br/>[Stealth 18, Tracking 27+Scenting (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?u=32877)]