<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/RwjldFz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sumireko Ibara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dungeon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Combat Stats:</strong>HP: 28/28 (Currently 17 out of 23 Max HP; AC: 18; CMD: 15; Fort; +6 (Currently +5) Ref: +2; Will: 7; MW Injection Spear (+7, 1d8+4); Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=215647)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>0 lvl - Detect Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Read Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Spark</li><li>0 lvl - Detect Poison</li><li>1 lvl - Cure Light Wounds</li><li>1 lvl - Cure Light Wounds</li><li>1 lvl - Compel Hostility <strong>Used</strong> </li><li>1 lvl - Divine Favor</li></ul></div></div><br/>Seeing her wish granted by her comrades, she steadies herself, calming down now that the clusterfuck of orcs was being taken out one-by-one. Seeing only the single orc opposing her, she has room to be cockier. "Oh look, where'd all your friends go off to? Running<em>probably</em>sounds like a good idea now, doesn't it?" Wasting no more time on retorts, she mimics Fireau, twirling the heavy spear like some kind of a baton before shoving it forward with both hands like the mighty weapon it was, putting a good portion of her anger into the attack.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Attack Roll: At 2015-08-04 18:07:11, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=78681)<br/>At 2015-08-04 18:07:55, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 1d8a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=78682) </div></div>