Lydia slinks out of her little hiding place and up behind the nearest armored goon, hands empty one moment and then full of pointy, metal objects the next.  She thrusts her rapier into his back with a soft plosive, her lips parting as she exhales the breath she'd been holding since seeing the bastards cut down Oystein.  Her eyes are bright and steely, her color high and her jaw tight.  If sheer, unadulterated annoyance could kill, they'd all be dead and the group would be enjoying tea and pickled elf cock.  Well...maybe not<em>enjoying</em>.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stepping to J5<br/>Sneak attack with Rapier on 'N'<br/><br/>Roll Result: Lydia rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br/>Comment: Sneak attack bitches<br/>Result: 11,<br/>Total: 13<br/><br/>Forgot about Bless!  So, that's actually a 14 to hit.<br/><br/>Shall I roll damage, O' Mighty DM?</div></div><br/>