<div class="floatleft">(http://67.media.tumblr.com/c23e7ab8a5ea1541887b910089e5bd1c/tumblr_o8u5m8SlVi1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Elsibette Taggle (http://)</span><br/>NG Female Halfling Cleric of Erastil 5<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Init</strong> +2 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>HP:</strong> 45/45 (0 NL)<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 22 (14 touch, 20 FF) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 16 || <strong>Saves:</strong> +8F, +5R, +9W<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong> +2 Enhancement Bonus to Perception and Survival (Deadeye's Spotter Ring)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Prepared</div><div class="spoiler_body">3<sup>rd</sup> - Archon's Aura, Dispel Magic, Prayer<sup>D</sup><br/>2<sup>nd</sup> - Bull's Strength, Deadeye's Arrow, Goodberry, Shield Other<sup>D</sup><br/>1<sup>st</sup> - Abundant Ammunition, Bless, Bless, Divine Favor, Protection from Evil<sup>D</sup><br/>0<sup>th</sup> - Create Water, Guidance, Light, Purify Food and Drink </div></div></div></div><hr/><br/>Elsi clambered back atop her dog when nothing seemed forthcoming from the dead animal. She pulled the animal up short at the loud booming; that was a new one. When they came closer to find the strange, dead man buried beneath the snow and rubble, Elsi frowned.<strong>"Strange garb for the mountains, even in better weather."</strong>She shielded her eyes, scanning up the mountain, from where the pile of snow had obviously come. She frowned more when Telthor rummaged through hte body's belongings.<strong>"Is there anything to identify this man for his... Next of kin?"</strong>Whoever they might be, wherever they might be. She tried to not be distracted by the exchange of clothes, managing by tugging her own up closer to her face, the badger fur forming a grizzled halo around her dark face<br/><br/>She trusted in her own mount's four paws over the slithering serpent. How the creature's belly wasn't frozen solid, she didn't know; snaked worked a certain way and did poorly in the cold,<em>that</em>much she knew. Maybe there was soem magic afoot on the creature.<strong>"Telthor. We're <em>not</em> going to catch up to them in this. You can go ahead if you like, but I intend for us to find shelter to pass the storm."</strong><br/><br/>So saying, she fished an amulet from under her cloak; a disk of antler, worn smooth and dark from generations of hands fondling it, carved with the image of a bow and two crossed arrows. She closed her hand around the rough edges of the amulet, lips moving in soft prayer to the Stag Lord, asking his guidance to find shelter for the lot of them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">First, the Fortitude roll;    At 2016-07-06 19:06:29, Elsi (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90039)<br/><br/>And then she's casting Guidance on herself, to gain a whopping +1 competence bonus to survival before looking for shelter of some sort. <br/><br/>Survival check: At 2016-07-06 19:08:03, Elsi (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90040) </div></div>