<strong>Name:</strong>Shiru Tasmi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1316232)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC</strong>13;<strong>HP</strong>8/8<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Currently unarmored, dagger drawn.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Here Shiru is, attempting to discuss a matter of repayment for the acts of kindness that had taken part in the single most terrible moment of her life, when her entire world starts to come crashing down to the sound of splintering wood. She stares for a moment at Aubrin, clutching at a wound driven by a massive ballista bolt. Her eyes flick away from the terrible sight to the freshly exploded door and her heart sinks in her chest. The faces backlit by the glow of freshly started fires is the faces that have brought her the greatest fear. Hobgoblins, decked in gray armor and carrying wicked looking curved blade.<br/><br/>As if matters needed to be any worse, it was a festival: her bow was upstairs, as was her pack of supplies and armor. Not to say that she was entirely defenseless, but it only heightened the fear that was threatening to overcome her mind.<em>You're weak, just like last time, and there is nothing that you can do to help yourself or your sister,</em>whispers all of the insecurities and fright that had built over their fortunately short captivity.<br/><br/>Then the girl with tales of pirates jerks forward with a whip to unbalance one of the hobgoblins in front of them, pulling free a rapier, prepared to fight for her life. The momentary success is heartening. Shiru reaches for her belt dagger with one hand, tugging it free and into her grip so that she can poise her slender form into more of a defensive position. She can't let this control her life. She will survive this. She shouts out her frustration with herself and the world in words of arcane power, before taking a harsh step forward as that claps her soft boots down into the floorboards with far more noise than could ever be from her weight alone.<strong>"Not again!"</strong>The ripple of power is sent through the floorboards for a few moments... before suddenly dying to mere tremors.<br/><br/>She doesn't know who to talk to, who to order things in this chaos, so she keeps her voice raised to try to make it heard over the noise, trying to shout out the waver in her speak.<strong>"I need my bow upstairs! I can't focus on my magic without the runes on it!"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Move:</em> Draw Dagger<br/><em>Standard:</em> Cast Thunderstomp on Goblin H2 (though looking at positions in hindsight, maybe H1 looks better?)<br/>Concentration Check: At 2017-09-08 12:57:35, AnneReinard (uid: 57519) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107049) </div></div>