<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>Non Lethal</strong>4 -<strong>AC</strong>23(25), touch 15(17), flat-footed 18(20) -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 1/4 lv.2: 0/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  Crown of Swords uses: 6/10, disruptive: +2 AC after downing opponent (4 min.)<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/>-Cast Stabilize on dwarf<br/>-Tie dwarf up with rope and gag her with reinforced scarf<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">burrowed items</div><div class="spoiler_body">Misc- Masterwork rapier, magic kukiri<br/><br/>N'dara- thieves tools, skeleton keys, pearl of power, acid, alchemist fire, tanglefoot bag, thunder stone, grappling hook</div></div><hr/><br/>Victoria watches as the dwarf falls, staying on guard for a moment and watching the woman bleed until she was confident it wasn't some desperate ploy to lower her guard. Satisfied she knelt down beside the woman, and in a perhaps surprising move pressed her palm to her wound, calling upon Iomedae's light to stop her bleeding and stabilize her condition. It didn't fully restore her vitality, nor bring her back to consciousness, but she was no longer in the immediate threat of bleeding out. Of course the choice to spare her life for now wasn't an act of mercy on her part, but a strategic decision. After all they could possibly get useful information on the prison out of this woman. To that end Victoria pulled a scarf and length of rope from her pack and hog tied the dwarf's hands and legs together, as well as gag her mouth. That should stave off any spellcasting once she awoke.<br/><br/>With her captive secured Victoria would stand and let out a small sigh, "It is done. for the moment at least..." she said, not really believing the words herself. She gazed around at the corpses sprawled across the room, half of them charred by the fiery blast. Speaking of which, Victoria turned her gaze to Trish. Stepping over the dwarf the nun placed her arms around the ebon skinned cleric, weaving her fingers through her crimson hair and pulling their foreheads together in a chaste yet intimate embrace, "Thank you, my sister in sunlight" she cooed softly, "we owe much of this victory to you and Sarenrae's protection" she added.<br/><br/>"as well as your swordsmanship..." she said, turning to Lydia with a firm nod, "...and your cunning..." she continued to Periwinkle, "...and your..." she paused for a moment when she stared across at N'dara, "...and yes, your<em>magic</em>..." she admitted, which was quite clearly not something that came easy to her, "are you all alright? does anyone need attention?" she asked, looking to ensure they were all fit before worrying about plunder.