<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z3bjcot.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Eligia Crowe</span><br/><strong>Class: Cleric of Urguthoa (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Eligia_Crowe.pdf)</strong><br/>AC: 14<br/>HP: 10<br/><hr/>Shrugging annoyedly at the lack of immediate bloodshed, Eligia steps up to the thinning crowd of her fellow bar-patrons as an impromptu, last-ditch effort to form a worthy group of killmongers.<br/>Diplomacy Check: 19<br/>"HEY, quick, come here you lot-- we can really do some dama... er...<i>good</i>before this... baroness or what-have-she arrives."  She points to Pursilla and Istavan.  "Left and right flanks, pick off anything bitey or stabby that gets too close."  Then to Flint-- "You're a brave, beardy lad-- take the point position and make them break around you... " and Kaisen and Rhea-- "you and you right behind him, beating the piss out of anything that tries to flank him."<br/><br/>"Our best bet is to corral them in front of us... get as many enemies clustered near me as possible.  I'll be between you two,"  She looks at Kaisen and Rhea, then smiles and winks, as pretty as an unfinished, pale painting, and as mad as a hashish-smoking adder.  "<i>That's</i>when the death god can grasp them all at<i>once</i>, you see.  Now... someone find the fucking kobolds and let's see what sounds they make, hmm?"