<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Once the gnome was across and her rope was secured, Sumara grabbed the other end of her rope and tied it around the second of her javelins.  Winding the rope around a nearby tree, she hoped to create a second length to hang unto when crossing the possibly treacherous frozen river.  Yet as she pulled back to hurl her javelin, the snow itself shifting under her metal boots and she slipped as she threw the weapon, tossing it wildly into the air.  "WWWAAAHHH!!!"<br/><br/>As the dark elf tumbled into a clattering pile upon the snow covered bank, her javelin veered off to the side, landing about halfway across the river in a diagonal direction from which she meant to throw it, and the blade impaled itself right through the ice to start causing some cracks.  Slowly lifting her moist face and snow covered bangs from the frozen ground, she groaned when she saw how much she had messed up.  "Uh... that didn't work..."<br/><br/>At 2017-12-25 07:39:05, Sumara (uid: 63087) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111892)