<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira swore to herself as she heard the commotion. Oh well, she just had to hope everything would fall in place as intended. For now, she had to get a move on, and so she headed forth, taking hold of the rope and climbing up to join the others, acutely aware that things were about to get hairy. Thankfully, it was a short climb, and even with her armor on, she had little trouble scaling it thanks to the rope.<br/><br/>Once she was with the others, she drew her musket and got ready for company. Her heart beat in her chest wildly, though it was less fear and more adrenaline. The talk and planning was done, everything was in motion, and first contact with the enemy was rapidly approaching. It was do or die now, and a part of her would never stop loving that elegantly simple thrill.<br/><br/>She took a slow, steady breath, and touched her hand to her own chest, closing her eyes for a moment as she focused her mind, letting Sarenrae's will flow through her. Those goblins were unrepentant in their evil, and their judgement would come swiftly. When she opened her eyes again, she there was a spark of the divine. She was ready.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>Damira is taking 10 on climb check for 14 + drawing musket as a free action.<br/><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>Damira is using Touch of Good on herself, granting a +1 sacred bonus on attack rolls, skill checks, ability checks, and saving throws for the next round.