<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/79/Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg/617px-Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg)<br/><em>Canin (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxRVkxdW16eUxDNTg/view?usp=sharing)</em> and <em> Dog (http://[url=https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxTzRDNDE3UXMwaXc/view?usp=sharing)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Half-Orc  <strong>Class:</strong>Cavalier (Dune Drifter)1| Bard 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 11/11 <strong>AC:</strong> 13 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>14 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>16, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>10, <strong>Wis </strong>12, <strong>Cha </strong>14<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Bardic Performance:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +5 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +5 <strong> Saves:</strong> +3/+5/+3 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: Pistol +4 (20/x4, 1d8 Bludgeoning/Piercing damage, 20 ft range)<br/>Sickle +4 (20/x2, 1d6 Slashing damage, 5 ft range, trip)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Mending, Open/Close<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> Cure Light Wounds, Grease<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Half-orc is half-orc.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry, I must've imagined you staring at her like she was a prostitute off the street the entire time! Yep, totally my imagination! With all the bone breaking, I doubt even your magic could've done anything...And really, are we just going to ignore the fact that she licked a spider web, in a world that's supposedly filled with demons?" The half-orc argued back, using common sense in response to Marissa's complaints.  She continued leading the group, stopping when Marissa thought to give the spider-woman her cloak, a gesture of kindness, if not a wasted one.<br/><br/>"Well, I've already got Dog to feed, so no, I can't feed you.  Cute offer, though, Marissa. Now hang on a second, both of you."  She began unfastening her ragged cloak, pushing it gently towards Marissa. "Take it. I've dealt with the cold before, but you look like you're ready to freeze already.  So just don't argue and accept the damn thing, okay?" She turns her head towards Sapphir, and addresses her. "Simple, we don't know if there's a monster or not.  If we stay in there, we'll just get surrounded by any monsters that might be nearby, though.  If those webs are fresh, there's got to be something that made them, and I don't feel like stickin' around to find out, got it? We don't have any choice but to head forward, unless you want to starve. You can't live off of webbing, anyway. Your call."  With that, she continues leading the pack north, shivering ever-so-slightly.