<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/79/Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg/617px-Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg)<br/><em>Canin (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxRVkxdW16eUxDNTg/view?usp=sharing)</em> and <em> Dog (http://[url=https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxTzRDNDE3UXMwaXc/view?usp=sharing)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Half-Orc  <strong>Class:</strong>Cavalier (Dune Drifter)1| Bard 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 11/11 <strong>AC:</strong> 13 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>14 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>16, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>10, <strong>Wis </strong>12, <strong>Cha </strong>14<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Bardic Performance:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +5 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +5 <strong> Saves:</strong> +3/+5/+3 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: Pistol +4 (20/x4, 1d8 Bludgeoning/Piercing damage, 20 ft range)<br/>Sickle +4 (20/x2, 1d6 Slashing damage, 5 ft range, trip)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Mending, Open/Close<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> Cure Light Wounds, Grease<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Half-orc is half-orc.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>Even Canin had to cock an eyebrow as Sapphir spoke freely, mentioning some nonsense about "The Entertainer"...She'd never been one for religion, and she still wasn't so hearing that name didn't have much of an impact on her.  The only thing running through her mind at the moment was if the harlequin lady was actually mentally ill, because the way she spoke certainly made the half-orc think she was... However, she wasn't about to miss her chance to take advantage of the situation and get some sweet, sweet revenge on the bard.<br/><br/>"Oh no, don't let Marissa mess with you! Webs are sentient, and they can hear what you're saying, you know.  They actually have feelings, and if you annoy them, you'll incur the wrath of the deities!  Why, I've heard tales of dim-witted adventurers getting cursed because they failed to recognize that...They might not speak openly, but that's only because they're shy!"<br/><br/>She suppressed the urge to burst into laughter, and instead, looked over to what Marissa was doing, hearing mention of some kind of book.  It didn't really bother her at all, but she looked about anyway.  "Well, if it's rectangular and has paper in it, and it's bound...it's<em>probably a book</em>, Kitten...Don't go trusting everything lying around, or whatever, though." She warned, before muttering to herself. "Or you might end up like our apparent companion here, and lose a chunk of your brains..."<br/><br/>The silliness was interrupted, however, as the woman collapsed to the ground, spasming violently as strange bulges formed under her skin, apparently paralyzed all the while. Marissa removed her belt, stopping her from biting her tongue, though the medical stuff wasn't something Canin had any experience with at all.  In an odd moment of desperation, her sort-of friend came to her, asking...if she knew magic?! Did she know?! No, no no no. She couldn't know,<em>nobody</em>could know!<br/><br/>"N-no, I don't know any of your stupid magic!" She yelled back, panicking herself as she watched the startling event happen.  Finally, she stopped moving...but what had happened to her?! The sickening cracking of various bones, and finally, spidery limbs, twitching in a manner most foul...Disgusting! Canin quickly jumped back, grasping her gun from its place on her side and aiming it square at the odd spider-woman. "Dog! Guard...Get ready to attack!" She ordered her companion, and she immediately jumped to attention, snarling at the bard in a moment of absolute ferocity. "Marissa, you idiot, get away from her!<strong>Now!</strong>"