<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 4, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>Ymyra's frown grew deeper and heavier as the conversation continued.   To her great dismay, she really couldn't think of any words of comfort to offer--much less anything genuinely helpful.  There was a question, though.  She cleaned her hands carefully on a napkin, then touched the card gently.  "This deck...  From the stories my father told me, it performs miraculous magical effects when you draw a card--some miraculous, others disasters, and many seemingly beyond the ken of normal magic.  This card is not effecting us.  So, the deck is quiescent until it's completely reassembled?  We needn't be concerned about using it's power correctly 'til then?<br/><br/>"And what when we have?  How do we trigger this tool of the wildest magic to do what we need it to do?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>