<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21V9ZpL.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mahsati, the Moon Whisper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214888.msg13653077#msg13653077)</span><br/>Elven Feral Huntress (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1388650)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Aspect: +2 Dex<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +6<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 28 | 31 <strong>AC</strong>: 18 (<strong>T</strong>: 14, <strong>FF</strong>: 14) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 30 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +11<br/><strong>Spells</strong>: First: 4 Second: 3<br/><strong>Teamwork Feat</strong>: Spirit of the Corps</div></div><hr/><br/>A quick glance behind confirmed that Mahsati was left alone for the moment, the others discussing plans and summoning their little devils.  She took a final, deep breath of the scorpion's scent, studying the creature and committing it to memory, then shifted her focus to tense for a quick reaction.  If this next part went badly, she would need it.<br/><br/>She revealed herself slowly, languidly; it would do no good to startle the creature or to invite an attack.  Her eyes brightened, however, and her body swayed softly as she used the little tricks of the wild to communicate with the creature, offering the friendship of a pack mate, the promise of food, rest, and safety.   This was no different than her stories, really; fewer words that so-called civilized races would understand, but more honesty and emotion.<em>Meat comes,</em>she told it,<em>more meat than you've ever feasted on before.  Feel the soft meat, the delicious blood dripping from your mouth, your belly full while you laze in your den.  My silly companions won't eat it...won't you share it with me instead?</em><br/><br/>With a mental flutter she committed herself, shifting forward to a spot where a stone tile was broken, a deep gouge the size of her palm.  She brushed the loose sand away, her eyes never leaving the scorpion, then lifted a round copper canteen from her belt.  She poured the makeshift bowl full, letting the water fall so the scent and sight and sound would reach the creature.<em>Come and drink, o scorpion, you'll need your strength to take down all the prey I'm bringing to you.</em><br/><br/>She backed away a few steps, crouched and watching, ready for the massive, venomous creature to befriend her or attack her.  Both would be satisfying, although friendship would be more useful.<br/><br/>[Wild Empathy 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=110209)]