<div align="center">(https://images2.imgbox.com/c2/2d/E81IvF8u_o.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14356151#msg14356151)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/8c/75/768c75175a59367d62f3f06925db3839.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Female Half-Elf Oracle [Divine Herbalist] 6 NG<br/>34 <strong>HP</strong> | 16 <strong>AC</strong> | +0 <strong>Init</strong> | <strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raya, <strong>GM</strong> | Open<br/><br/>Apologies for the shortness, I just wanted to get something up and keep this moving.</span></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">An eclectically armed traveller, accompanied by a copper-coloured guard dog (7 HP) (http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/bestiary/dog.html#dog). She has a tired look about her, and despite having rested there are thickset bags under her eyes. Her hair disguises her pointed Elven ears, but she has made no deliberate attempts to hide her features. Her worn cloak is fastened tightly around her.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Equipment</strong></td></tr><tr><td> Traveller's Outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/e8/4d/b6e84d50cdc8617773e72af561c6c422.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td>Silver Holy Symbol</td></tr><tr><td>Ring of Protection</td></tr><tr><td>Common Backpack</td></tr><tr><td>Leaf Armour Jerkin</td></tr><tr><td>Holy Adamantine Mace</td></tr><tr><td>Voidglass Heavy Crossbow</td></tr><tr><td>Mithral (Steel) Shield</td></tr><tr><td>Coin Pouch (17 Gold)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Vasodel hesitated before leaving the carriage to see what all the fuss was about. Her dog followed her, pacing around the area, with a posture of unease about it. The general aura of the place sent chills up her spine; it was like a scene out of the scary stories that the other children of her village had adored growing up. Before leaving home, she had been inclined to agree with them, but a few years on the road had shown that those things she had once giggled about were truly horrific. Maybe she was being a coward, or maybe her caution was sensible, but she had become an easily startled sort.<br/><br/>When she did finally step out, it was in time to hear the blonde woman's request for aid in mending the other coach, which was not in the best of states. Vasodel glided over quietly, her steps small and light. She then knelt down beside the musically inclined human with a tilt of her head.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I might lend my aid? We weren't introduced before, but I'm Vas. It's good to meet you." Vas hummed rubbing her cool hands together, before placing them against the splintered, damaged wood, thus beginning her own mending spell.   </span></span></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mending</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: <br/>Vasodel rolled: 1d4<br/>Comment: Mendddddding<br/>Result: 3</div></div>