<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/1e/b2/c31eb2e805170244ac042c3c0e14f636.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ezikariel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14824481#msg14824481)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>Status</strong>: Very Irritated<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 15<strong>Tagging</strong>: Iclyn, Kayla, Orlith, Wren<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Casting Sleep on Iclyn<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>At 2019-06-08 15:57:23, Odanrav (uid: 38547) rolls: 7d8a7 Result: 46 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137145)<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ezikariel, in the back of the wagon this entire time had had just about enough of this nonsense. She'd been thrown about like a cheap whore, her hair was mussy and she'd been hit in the face by someone's damnable pack and it smelled terrible. She suspected it was that unpleasant Ifritian, though she had to admit her ferocity and skill was already paying off.<br/><br/>"Enough!" she said as she stood up and began to weave her hands together reciting the incantation. She retrieved from her components pouch a pinch of sand, a rose petal, and a dead cricket, crushing the contents in her palm before tossing the magically enchanted, near dust-like concoction in the face of Iclyn. The blue Tiefling sniffled as her eyes became bleary.<br/><br/>"Must... protect...gre..." she mummered before she slumped over the back of the wagon asleep as well.<br/><br/>"Quickly! Bind her hands and gag her before she wakes up." Ezi commanded Kayla as she promptly got out of the wagon and began marching over towards Orlith and the still body of the halfling priestess laid out on the ground. The last thing she needed in this hellhole of a country was dead priestesses on her hands. She retrieved a healing draught from her belt, ready to give it to the halfing once she arrived.<br/><br/>"Don't kill her, you behemoth nincompoop!" Ezi chastised Orlith as she approached.<br/><br/>