<div class="floatleft">(http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/9462/nishkaside.jpg)</div><strong>Action:</strong>Nishka takes a 5-foot step/crawl towards one edge of the gypsy wagon (to avoid an attack of opportunity), and casts<em>Cure Serious Wounds</em>on herself. She's back up to full hp.<br/><br/><strong>(Heal)</strong>Roll Result: Nishka rolled: 3d8, adding 8to the total; Result: 6, 8, 5; Total: 27<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nishka almost screams as the Draconian shocks her. Her pretty skin is marred by a black and blistering burn.<strong>"By Ezra, I'm going to stab you until you're dead,"</strong>she spits it out, adding,<strong>"and then some!"</strong>She fumbles as she tries to ward off his constant attacks beneath the wagon. Grabbing a fistful of dirt, she launches it into the monster's face and crawls off a handful of feet, at the other end of the vardo.<br/><br/>She hums softly, rubbing her dirt-covered legs and wrapping her arms across herself; the magic in her voice soothes her body, causing her flesh to calm and her nerves to stop screaming. Midway through her song the Draconian tries to interrupt her; she kicks him hard in the head and says,<strong>"I'm so going to kill you. Just give me a few seconds!"</strong><br/><br/>He comes after her again, but now she's done. Her wounds have closed and mended. Her small dagger is back in one hand, her pistol is in the other, and she has a glare in her eyes that speaks volumes of the pain she would like to inflict on the disgusting, scaled humanoid.<br/>