<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/>"What do you think I'm trying to-- hey!" Marissa complained as she was rudely shoved, though the weight on her leg in addition to her own made it a more difficult proposition to actually move her than the half-orc might have expected. Their legs were still entangled, even, with the wolf on top. The evil pinching fingers were gone from Canin's nose, at least, and once the animal rose Marissa moved away quickly.<br/><br/>"I was starting to think you were enjoying it, what with all those noises," she muttered and pouted, rubbing her poor formerly trapped leg to help circulation. Of course, considering her own dream-visions from just a moment ago, she had likely produced very similar sounds in her sleep. Teasing about them was one of the privileges of regaining consciousness first, though.<br/><br/>She briefly rubbed her temples, about to turn her attention to their surroundings as well, when a cry from the third person in their dimensionally misplaced group jostled her into a proper upright sitting position. Worry appeared on her face as she looked towards Saphirr, the oddly dressed woman who had joined them in this entire 'Chosen' undertaking. Marissa wasn't really familiar with her, but the cry sounded -- well, it didn't sound like she was in pain and before the black-haired chosen could pull herself up to offer assistance, Saphirr suddenly rose on her own, stretching and smiling.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," she replied to the other's offer of help, suddenly a little defensive. Perhaps it was the nonchalant, even optimistic manner with which Sapphir conducted herself despite their circumstances, or perhaps she was simply on edge. Marissa quickly pulled herself up and regarded their harlequin-costumed companion, clearly trying to get a read on her. "Your name was … Sapphire? I'm sorry, I only heard it briefly before they practically shoved us into the portal. I'm Marissa. The grumpy half-orc is Canin and her wolf, Dog."<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she finally took a moment to look around properly, her light blue eyes quickly stopping on the most prominent feature that had already attracted Canin's attention: the magically protected doors. When the gunslinging half-orc practically demanded she do something about them, a brief look of irritation crossed her face before it drew into a saccharine smile. "What, why? That's to keep people from getting in here, not us from getting out. You can just walk through." After a moment, she pulled a face and added: "Actually, don't do that, I'm kidding and you might get hurt. It's probably best if we look around a bit first."<br/><br/>But rather than getting started with her own suggestion immediately, Marissa kneeled low and held out her hand in the direction of Canin's 'pet', speaking with a soft gentle tone. "Dog. Hey, come here, girl." With a few gestures her hand was enveloped with a light arcane glow. "Your fur's all wet, let me …" A few prestidigitation cantrips would serve to dry out the wolf's fur -- their body warmth would hopefully take care of their damp clothes soon enough, though she could probably dry them as well if they didn't find their way out of this place quickly enough.<br/>