<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HIy8csg.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>32<strong>AC:</strong>16<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 - 5/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 6/6  vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath</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/><strong>Actions:</strong>prestidigitation to cool down the rowers<br/><hr/><br/>Silvy let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against Sophia, allowing just a bit of her tension to release, if only for a few moments. As her hands were moved to the powerful woman's stomach she began idly caressing her up and down, the witch's slender fingers lazily tracing the lines of Sophia's toned muscles. For a moment she let her mind drift to a comfortable fantasy, where it was her lips and tongue caressing their leader instead, lapping the sea salt from her skin 'til it was restored to it's true luster. It was the least she deserved for getting them this far, to be pampered and polished, so that she shone in the sun when she took her first steps in their new land.<br/><br/>"If the gods truly wish to see us dead...then to hell with them..." she whispered, her breath warm against the back of Sophia's neck, "let's not give them the satisfaction" she said, sounding just a little more determined than before. She pressed her lips into Sophia's neck, not to kiss her, but so she could feel the curve of her smile, "and here, this should help a little" she said, using prestidigitation to create a malleable lump of clay. The witch spread the clay across the patches of sunburnt skin, then used the same spell again to chill the smeared clay, effectively creating a cold pack that would beat back the heat for an hour or so. Rising to her feet Silvy would go around to the other rowers and do the same, offering them a small reprieve from the oppressive sun.