<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Irene66.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophia Peace-Bond (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054749)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Human Barbarian</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+5<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>Ward hex from Silvy,<em>mage armor</em>from Silvy<br/><hr/><br/>Sophia pulled back from the wyvern as Muriel fastened the last knot around its body and Grimaruk settled it against the deck. She slammed the haft of her axe against the planks. "Victory!" she shouted, looking over her tribe proudly.<br/><br/>The lights in her eyes and her skin faded, and she panted heavily, her bosom heaving as she drew in great lungfuls of air. "Great work!" she told her comrades once she had caught her breath. "Muriel, Sresk, excellent maneuvering, I knew you could make it work. Silvy, your magic was a great help, as always. And Grim..." She gave the half-orc a sly smile. "We'll talk later."<br/><br/>She walked around behind Grimaruk and put a hand on his shoulder, looking down at the wyvern. Truth be told, she had not known that wyverns could talk, making this creature more "prisoner" than "livestock". She remained silent, letting Grim work the special brand of diplomacy that was his true strength, far more than that of his arms. She lent him her silent support, showing him that his tribe stood with him, and showing the wyvern the strong, passionate force that they were together.