<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>Non Lethal</strong>4 -<strong>AC</strong>23, touch 15, flat-footed 18 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 2/4 lv.2: 2/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N'dara, Lydia, Periwinkle, Trish, open<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  Crown of Swords uses: 8/10<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">borrowed items</div><div class="spoiler_body">Misc- Masterwork rapier, magic kukiri <br/><br/>N'trish- belt of incredible agility +2<br/><br/>N'dara- thieves tools, skeleton keys, pearl of power, acid, alchemist fire, tanglefoot bag, thunder stone, grappling hook<br/><br/><br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Victoria gave the drow's hands a firm squeeze, giving a small nod, "Yeah, I crossed paths with some other escapees, we're gonna clear this place out and free as many people as we can" she said, looking around at the haze of chaotic magic around them, "we're gonna be free of this cursed mist forever" she asserted, a small tear welling in her eye as Periwinkle sprung the lock, finally freeing the fellow holy woman. Without thinking Victoria stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Trish, a wave of emotions she usually kept so tightly locked up washing over her. She hid her face in the crook of Trish's neck, the sudden wetness the drow felt quickly explaining why.<br/><br/>After a few long moments, Victoria would collect herself with a deep breath and pull away from the dusk skinned woman, turning her gaze back to Periwinkle, "Thank you. And no, as far as I'm aware we were the only people held in this block. It was specifically designed to suppress priests and clerics" she explained, "and speaking of" she said, turning to Trish and unfastening the scimitar from her belt, "I don't know if it's actually yours or not, but I figured as a follower of Saranrae you'd appreciate it never the less" she said, handing over the signature weapon of Trish's holy patron, "we managed to secure the prison's armory, so we can search for your gear there. As for a plan..." she trailed off, looking back at the rest of their motley crew, "I don't know about them, but I'm going to find the warden, and I'm gonna kill every last guard I see along the way" she muttered darkly, the relief of seeing Trish freed not enough to quell the vengeance in her heart.<br/><br/>