<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>road to mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgan, Ceri, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>6/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>7/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>movement (1 space up, 1 space left). attack fist automaton<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Eep!" Ophelia exclaimed as the ground rumbled and strange metal figures rose from the earth. She had nearly jumped right onto Ana's back, but managed to hold herself. However as she watched them form up and her companions ready themselves for battle, Ophelia was left clutching her staff anxiously. While her magic might have been impractical in a fight with those orcs, against these...golems? puppets? whatever they were they clearly weren't flesh and blood, meaning her magic likely wouldn't affect them at all. What was she supposed to do then? There were so many of them, yet she was useless to help.<br/><br/>Taking a deep gulp Ophelia would move in closer to Ana, tucking herself into a corner formed by the bushes, and with nothing else to fight with she simply closed her eyes and took a wild swing at the one facing Ana with her torch staff.