<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/91fef1346d8e641839e74f53d0252711.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Felwyn Frost-Heart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344191.msg16250155#msg16250155)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>55/55<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Rage:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><em>Water breathing</em>, concentrating on<em>skywrite</em><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"That sounds wonderful," said Felwyn as she settled down for her nap. "A good husband is a treasure. Maybe I should get myself one when this is all over."<br/><br/>She wasn't really going to sleep - elves never slept, of course, and she had had her four hours of trance already and had no need of any more - but closing her eyes for a little while would do her some good. She was just finding a comfortable mental state when she felt a boot dig into her side and a tankard of ale splash over her chest.<br/><br/>Felwyn snatched her hat away from her face and propped herself up on one elbow, looking up to see the angry goliath towering over her. An apology was halfway out of her mouth - "Sorry, I shouldn't have taken up the stairs..." - before the goliath's insults reached her ears, and her anger surged in response. "Why don't you suck my fat green cock?" she snarled in Orcish, the brutish language rather incongruous with her delicate elven features. She scrambled to her feet, ale dripping down her body, and slapped the tankard out of Broot's hand, snapping at her in Common. "Touch my tits and I'll rip the rings out of those putrid grey sacks on your chest!"