<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277371.msg13628396#msg13628396)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1368351)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path to the Restlands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 11 / 11 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (T: 12, FF: 15) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +6</div></div><hr/><br/>Amanda hesitated for a moment, as astonished as everyone else, but she was well too well trained to loll about even while struggling to understand what just happened or why.  When the man landed at her feet she planted a boot in the middle of his chest and snatched at his weapon, hoping he was too dazed to resist her.<br/><br/>She turned to the attacker still on his feet, glaring at him with an anger that was quickly descending from righteous indignation to petulant bewilderment as the situation devolved into catastrophe.  "Why are you such horrible people?  I'm supposed to die for you?  For cretins who attack girls at funerals?  No!  I will beat you about the noggin!  I will...will...ruin you and..." she sputters, clearly unable to think of a further threat.  "Ruin!"<br/><br/>[Attempting to disarm and take the weapon.  Straight dice due to my own unarmed status, but yay 15! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=110110)]