<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kYGfZcX.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<strong>AC:</strong>14<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 3/3 vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath<br/>lv. 3 - 4/4  Thorny Entanglement, Bestow Curse</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Ward hex on Sophia (+2 AC, +2 on saving throws, lasts until target gets hit or fails saving throw)<br/><hr/><br/>While sleeping on solid ground for once was nice, the tension from everything that was going on had kept sleep relatively light for Silvy. Light enough that her hand was easily able to rouse her awake when the time for Grimaruk's shift began to draw to a close. With a small groan she rolled over and crawled out of the tent the orc had so kindly set up for them. Spotting the paladin perched so vigilantly, back currently turned away from them, Silvy couldn't help but smile slyly, any lingering drowsiness vanishing, replaced by a sudden hunger. Using her sleeves of many garments the witch shifted her entire outfit into a single loose shift which she shrugged off effortlessly and tossed back into the tent without a care in the world.<br/><br/>Upon her newly bare feet the naked dhampir padded silently across the beach's soft sands, tapping into the night-stalker blood within her to approach the orc swiftly and silently. Suddenly Grimaruk would feel a pair of slender arms drape around him from behind and the full soft curves of a bare body pressing against his back, "Hey there church boy..." she cooed, more playful and feisty than she usually was, similar to how she had so brazenly thrown herself at him earlier that afternoon, "You've been on watch long enough, why don't you let the alligator take over?" she whispered, her lips so close to his ear that every syllable gaze a small grazing caress against it, "Sophia mentioned they found a spring not far from here, why don't we give you a nice bath?" she mused, wanting an excuse to pull Grim further away from the camp, lest they bother the others' sleep with any noise.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>Sneaking up on Grim, Stealth: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153957)