<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Wise_Woman%27s_Apprentice.jpg)<br/><em>Marissa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221374.msg10880298#msg10880298)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Arcanist (Blade Adept)|Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12  <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>13 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>14, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>16, <strong>Wis </strong>10, <strong>Cha </strong>12<br/><strong>Arcane Reservoire:</strong> 4/4 <strong>Panache:</strong> 4/4<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +4 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +4 <strong> Saves:</strong> +1/+4/+2 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: dagger +1 (1d4/19-20)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), mage hand, prestidigitation<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> mage armor, color spray<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pure Human, baby.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>Marissa stared at Canin, the calm control she had just managed to regain briefly slipping as her eyes widened at the accusation -- especially since she knew it was true. Even as it pained her to watch, part of her was taking inventory. A transformation like that was interesting, definitely, but Marissa didn't want that to lessen her concern for a fellow person. "I was the one trying to help her -- you were just standing there!" she snapped as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.<br/><br/>Speaking of her chest, the would-be adventurer briefly glanced towards Saphirr and her newly enhanced form. Seeing it fully on display again, Marissa exhaled and resigned herself: she began to slip out of her cloak, revealing the long-sleeved shirt she wore beneath, and held it out for the spider-woman to take. "You'll freeze," she stated plainly, clearly not planning to take no for an answer.  "Take good care of it, I'll want it back."<br/><br/>She briefly hugged herself now that the source of comfort was gone, then moved after Canin, briefly running her hand over Dog's shoulders as she stepped forward. Apparently the arcanist had no complaints with that course of action. "If you're calling me that all the time now, I'll expect you to feed me," she noted in a deadpan tone. She didn't mind the occasional use of the nickname, but as far away from home as she could possibly get, hearing her real name would have been nice. "But after we're out and dry, we should explore all of this place. We may find more things left by those who came here, like us. Maybe information about this world."