<div class="floatright">(https://bigmemes.funnyjunk.com/thumbnails/comments/Dwarf+gals+lad+_e1987e7b12969417dd3da46c1811c2a0.jpg)</div>Anya Aleforge (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300648.msg14701069#msg14701069)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Waterfall Cove (M17)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ciel, Sena, Varak, Vesna, Krash (Jezebelle)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: NA (soaking wet, tired, and annoyed)<br/><hr/><br/>The trip through the jungle was unpleasant for Anya.  It was drier than the beach if nothing else, but it was...creepy.  The foliage was so thick you couldn't see anything.  Her dwarven darkvision kept her from stumbling for the most part but there was so much stuff that it was hard to tell what was around you, even what was in front of you sometimes!  And the sounds...sighs, singing, humming, all punctuated by the occasional peal of thunder from far above.  The occasional glow from the odd plant did little to illuminate but much to make her feel like she didn't belong there.  Like this jungle was some other world and it wasn't home for Anya Aleforge.<br/><br/>There was no telling how much time had passed by the time they were able to tear out of the jungle and into the clear space around the waterfall.  The buxom dwarf heaved a sigh of relief but then let out a sqwuak as the fury of the storm fell on the fully again.<strong>"Damn it to the Hells!  How long is this going to keep up?"</strong>She turned and gave Sena a look,<strong>"Oy, Lady Sena, can't you say a word to your Mum on our behalf or something?  If she'll give us a break on the rain, I'll do about anything!"</strong>She then sneezed violently, sending her soaked braids flopping about and spattering the area near her with more water.  The normal fiery color of her hair was dulled by the wet, her locks plastered to her face, neck, and shoulders.<strong>"Varak, Vesna, you holding up?  Ciel, other than your clothes being about see through, you okay?"</strong><br/><br/>As Krash spoke in his native goblin, Anya looked around the area and then at him.  The little big guy seemed antsy all of a sudden.  Or was she imagining it?  Maybe he was just tired, wet, and aggravated like she was.  Her dim eyes looked in the direction he'd pointed and she started to slowly walk that way, keeping her eyes about her.  She remembered the beach rippling as those things moved under it.  Might be something nasty here too.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Insight (untrained) At 2019-03-11 21:21:00, Anya (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 20<br/>Perception At 2019-03-11 21:22:08, Anya (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 20</div></div>