<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N'trish'ta Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x_zUnbLDkhN5lscU54WR9hNvwFWx_uvDdMHC9diq96c/edit)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Cleric 1<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>8<br/><strong>AC : </strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Trish gave a bit of a gape at how brilliantly her friends had dispatched the predators.  "Wow...  That was...  Incredible."  She glanced down at the sun rods.  "I suppose there's something spiritually meaningful about a priestess of Saranrae lighting your way in battle even if i didn't manage to get to the fight."  She gave a rueful smile.   "I doubt I'll be so lucky as to not have another chance to prove my worth.  It doesn't look like anyone was bitten.  Let me know if you were."<br/><br/>She headed back toward the girl with the broken leg.  "Arthur, i really need your strength here.  We need to set her leg before she wakes up."