<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HIy8csg.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>32<strong>AC:</strong>16<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 6/6  vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Ward hex on Sophia (+2 AC, +2 on saving throws, lasts until target gets hit or fails saving throw)<br/><hr/>Having had herself a nice, long cry, Silvy begins to calm down and collect herself. Taking deep breaths and using her magic to wipe her face clean, she manages to get herself back under control, letting the last dregs of emotion blow out of her with a final deep sigh. Looking up at the monument, the witch gives a weary smile. She was far from over it, but having honored their memory and releasing all her pent up emotion it at least felt more manageable, "brothers, sisters...thank you..." she whispered, tracing her fingers along their names.<br/><br/>Looking back towards the beach she saw the others all working diligently to get things set up, and figured it was time for her to do the same. Of course she wasn't much good for physical labor, nor had the senses for scouting, so she decided to help the best way she knew how, with her magic. More specifically, she started preparing to expand her knowledge so that she could provide a wider arrange of aid. Sitting down cross-legged, still in the shade of their tribe's memorial, she would begin fishing out the scrolls she had purchased for their journey, finally having time to comb over them without fear of them going over board. She pulled out one that seemed particularly useful, a spell that could lead them to fresh spring water. With the scroll in hand she started setting out all the tools she would need to complete the process of burning the scroll down, mixing it into a special ink, and inscribing the spell's magic onto her harrow cards.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>Will attempt to use whatever downtime we have to start learning from her scrolls. Takes 1 hour each and requires a DC 16 spellcraft check at the end of the hour to successfully copy it. Attempt is cancelled if action is interrupted within the hour. Start with scroll of Hidden Spring.