<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b2/Enniya_2ndlook.jpg/200px-Enniya_2ndlook.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Enniya Featherglade (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Enniya_Featherglade)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Clair, (Party)<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Backbag with her stuff, green top, naked ass.<br/>HP: 15/15       XP: 2/8<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"No?!"</strong>Enniya stage hissed at Laman.<strong>"No. Heck no. I can't leave them Laman. You yourself said they'll be useful. Don't flip-flop now and be all <em>'fate works in mysterious ways'</em> on me. Besides, by the sounds of that clinking, I'd bet my buddies are kicking ass."</strong><br/><br/>And so should she. Was there really anything from stopping her from drawing a dagger and getting in there to do her share?<strong>"Laman, Laman, be nice to your servant ok? I know I've spent all the spells, but just a liiittle squeeze more. A teensy tiny droplet of magic. Something to help me put a croc asleep."</strong>She tugged on the bond to Laman's realm, grasped thin air and prayed hard that it would be something useful: A sleep dart, snooze powder, heck even a cup of chamomile could do (Conjuration).<br/><br/>She didn't wait for it to fully form before darting back into the smoke. Sound and fog were still her slaves, still under her control. Enniya silenced her steps completely, struck through the thick fog and surprised the croc with what she had pulled from Laman's realm.<strong>"Ha! Eat this!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>OOC:<strong>Conjuration 2d6a1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137559)<br/>When you conjure an item, hand-sized and neither unique nor extremely valuable, roll+INT. On a 10+, it appears in your hand or on your person somewhere. On a 7-9, it’s not quite what you had in mind, but vaguely similar. On a miss, what you conjure up is the opposite of useful. </strong>