<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Murasaki (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=113339)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/MurasakiMonk.jpeg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Level 1 Wizard<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>6<br/><strong>AC : </strong>12<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>Terrified and then unconscious.<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/>Murasaki listens with pleasure to the speech, her book open to take the occasional note of some particularly useful bit of word play.  So that when the speech paused, she was scribbling in her book.<br/><br/>Looking up, she was puzzled, and followed Hulrun’s glance behind her.<br/><br/>Mouth hanging open, she watched as the explosion rips from the fortress, as the ward stone cracks.<br/><br/>She grits her teeth, slamming her book shut and stuffing it away.  Losing more precious seconds of running, but... something in her didn’t want to run, even as every rational part of her screamed to do so.<br/><br/>She watches as Areela Vorlesh defeats the Heros of two crusades, and with faltering, shaking steps, moves, step by step, forward.  Towards the stage.  Her hand reaches to her spell pouch even as her mind races.  She’s mouthing words only she can hear.<em>”Why no combat spell today? She’s hardly going to notice a Jolt spell... grease?  She might fall, but she has wings!”</em><br/><br/>Before she can decide or even reach the stage close enough to the action, her Heros are down, and the demon woman has broth forth a gate.  Murasaki freezes again as the enormous Balor emerges, mind racing helplessly.<br/><br/>Her heart races again, with hope, as the great Silver Dragon surges forth, and she sees something she can do,<em>”As mighty as a Dragon’s scales are, they will still benefit from Armor!”</em><br/><br/>Racing to the nearest mighty clawed foot, terrified she will be stepped on but unwilling to die without having done<em>something</em>she casts her only mage armor spell, and touches the great foot before it can go further.<br/><br/>She then races away again, pushing through the fleeing crowd to reach the stage, planning on hiding beneath it.<br/><br/>But as the Templars reveal themselves, her mouth hardens into a line.  She’s got opponents her size, and terror flees before intelligent fury.<br/><br/>She has few resources, but men in full armor do not step lightly, so as a pair begins to enter the crowd swinging their heavy blades, she steps forward, and casts Grease beneath their heels.<br/><br/>One slips and falls.  The other skids, but tightens his grip on his weapon, and steps carefully around the minor obstacle, his eyes on Murasaki, burning with hate.<br/><br/>She takes a step back, raises her staff in a feeble defense, but even as he rushes towards her, the ground cracks beneath them both.<br/><br/>Murasaki spends the first moments falling wondering if she could somehow discover the feather fall spell in the next seconds, then relaxing ever so slightly as she saw the mighty dragon’s eye lovingly watch her.  And she is repaid in kindness, as the great silver dragon casts the very spell she had been wishing for!<br/><br/>Seconds later all goes dark, her last memory, pain, and a thought.<em>Weird, terrifying day.</em>