<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 8/13<br/>AC: 14<br/><br/>Light Crossbow: +7 Atk, 1d8+3 dmg, Bolts 20<br/>Passive Perc: 11<br/>Stealth: +5<br/></div></div></div><br/>"Urgh, I... I don't feel so good.", Nephie said weekly as the stirge started to suck her vital fluids out of her. Her rapier swings slowed and was starting to feel light-headed from it as well. She wasn't running around so much now and almost seemed ready to fall over with each step, but somehow, she managed to stay on her feet, summoning hidden reserves of strength and pure goblin tenacity to keep herself from falling over.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Action: Swing at the Stirge with rapier<br/><br/>Roll Result: c0i9z rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: Roll to hit Stirge with Rapier<br/>Result: 2,<br/>Total: 5<br/><br/>Bonus action: Second Wind:<br/>Roll Result: c0i9z rolled: 1d10, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment: Second Wind<br/>Result: 4,<br/>Total: 5<br/><br/></div></div><br/>