<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/ef82/i/2015/076/9/a/warrior_girl_by_allnamesinuse-d8lzd27.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Lilian (HP: 24/38)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Lilian isn't intimidating<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/>Aid: +5 hp (current and maximum) Aubry, Thaialie and Auri<br/><hr/><br/>The rhythm of battle was firing Lilian's blood, evoking old memories with every snap of bowstring, roaring magicks and heavy, wet thud of weapons against flesh. Lilian's hand grasped the mace hanging from her belt, fingers curling around the cool, leather-bound metal to find a familiar confidence. She could feel the shield still vibrating from the hobgoblin's clumsy blow and fixed the creature with what she hoped was her very best 1000 yard stare.<br/><br/>"One chance," she growled, practically begging her opponent to give her an excuse, "run or die!"<br/><br/>Her nostrils flared, the stench of blood, magic and fire casting a red pall over her vision. The mace felt surprising light, almost eager in her fist and it was easy to imagine just how casually she needed to flick her wrist in order to bury its tangs deep inside the hobgoblin's face.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidation: Fail!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Lilian rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: Intimidation<br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: 4</div></div>