<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QfWIkut.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Girl / Slimeling<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/26<br/><strong>EXP:</strong>2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 16(15)     <strong>Constitution:</strong> 17(16)   <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 9<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8 <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 13        <strong>Charisma:</strong> 12</div></div><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Oh great, now they had to flee from unseen powers. Morgan was glancing worriedly at the sky when Ming took the initiative and popped the figurine right into the slime's body, joining the free floating collapsed spear. A shudder went through Morgan, which made every part of her body jiggle involuntarily.<strong>"Eek! Hey, warn me next time!"</strong>She complained, trying to get her bottom under control which was still wobbling a bit, a pout on her face. But hey, this was no place to think about how to pay Ming back... Not yet anyway.<br/><br/><strong>"Staring is rude, nobody ever tell you that? Spit out what you want to say already."</strong>She instead snapped at the archer that was still looking at the slimegirl with that thoughtful instead of lustful look. Not that she wasn't enjoying at least one man present to not be leering at the women present... If she even counted as a woman in this new, gooey form. A depressing thought, really.<strong>"Ah, ladies, can one of you go get the adventuring gear from the chest? We might need it."</strong>She asked the others with a far more pleasant tone.<strong>"Hand it over and I can store it for now. Seems... I got the room now."</strong>She shrugged with a resigned expression on her translucent face, hoping they wouldn't all take a page out of Ming's book and just shove it all in all at once. That was just rude!<br/><br/><strong>"I think I'm keeping this axe. Whatever is after us now is probably not susceptible to axe swings, but it might be employing things that are!"</strong>