<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QseaRiy.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Khait</strong></span>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/Khait_%281%29.pdf)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Temple's front chamber<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mage, she hopes<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Belt of Giant Strength +2, Cloak of Resistance +1, Fiendish Resistance, Shield (spell: deflection), Bloodrage<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 39 | 39 <strong>AC</strong>: 19 (<strong>T</strong>: 12, <strong>FF</strong>: 17) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 25<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 40/x4 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +9<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells/Powers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Spells per day</strong>: L1 : 2<br/><strong>Available Spells</strong>: Expeditious Retreat (L1), <del>Shield (L1) </del><br/><strong>Bloodrage Powers</strong>: Claws, Demonic Bulk<br/><strong>Bloodrage Rounds</strong>: 16/18 </div></div></div></div><hr/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Free Action: continue Bloodrage (1 round.  14 rounds remaining) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 Will, -2 AC (Spell effect: Shield offsets the AC penalty)<br/>Remain 1 size larger (Claw and Bite size range increased to 1 d8), Speed +10ft, Bestial Aspect +1 die damage type for claws<br/>Action: Combat Maneuver- grapple url=/forums/dicebot.php?r=114830]At 2018-03-01 22:59:07, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 16[/url] +2 for size, +2 for strength =20<br/></div></div><br/>Khait flicks her gaze over to Mahsati, then turns back to the mage dangling from her oversized talons.  "So be it."  She vices the girl's mouth open by pinching the corners of her jaws in a vice-like grip, dimpling the girl's cheeks and threatening to rip her jaw from her skull with brute force.  The girl squirms in her grip, her hands and legs flailing as her breath is choked off and her jaw yields, a choking cry cut off as her windpipe collapses tight in Khait's red-skinned hand.<br/><br/>With a freakishly gentle gesture, Khait lifts the girl's mouth to her own, engulfing it and tucking her body against her where the girl flails against Khait's armored body, her rent clothing flapping with the effort, and emits a few gasping, desperate mewls of terror as the demoness sucks at her tongue with that maw of razor-sharp teeth.<br/><br/>A moment later, the breath threatens to return, the girl's body flailing in agony, and Khait draws her away at arm's length like a child holding a doll for examination as blood spills down her chin, a ruby mist spattering her cheeks, and the mage's open mouth is crimson and gushing where the stump of her tongue yields a torrent of fresh blood.<br/><br/>Khait spits the stump of pink muscle into the sand and drops the girl with a choking, wet-sobbing cough to her knees.