<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ujZxFTS.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, girl's uniform, armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgan, Ceri, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>2/8 (non lethal: 3) -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>3/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>6/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Empowered Abilities: +1 Caster Level at 1/2 spell points<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Just as it seemed like her companions were about to finish smashing these pesky bots to pieces, Ophelia would suddenly lurch forward as something heavy impacted her. She glanced down, seeing the crossbow bolt sticking out of her, and only then did her mind actually register the sharp, piercing pain, "ghuu..." she half grunted half gagged, a trail of ruby blood spilling from her lips. The wound itself wasn't grisly enough to kill, but it weakened her enough that the strain from her magic finally took it's toll, "s-...sorry everyone..." she managed to mutter before her eyes fluttered shut and she dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, unconscious though not bleeding out yet.