<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iLaWiyd.jpg)</div><strong>Kirss Haventhel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14166328#msg14166328)<br/><strong>Journey with the 'Nine of Ayvanus'</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>15/15 +7/7 temp hp<strong>Armor Class:</strong>16<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Preemptive Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">New initiative rolled after battle with the orcs<br/>Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120791)</div></div><br/><strong>Spell slots:</strong>1/3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arrian, Ye'me, Evri, Ilya, OPEN.<br/><hr/><br/>"That was just as hard as it looked, right?" Kirss said with a smile on the lips while dodging fallen bodies and sheathing the curved blade, the translucent bear coming to their side "I believe we give those<acronym title="damned orcs"><em>nutta orqu</em></acronym>a lesson the will not forget. I'll doubt they'll dare to come back, ha ha..., but is everyone ok?" The elf would then go check first at those who seemed the weaker acronym but noting they were not injured moved to those that fought in the front lines stopping at Evri and Ilya to check their wounds and if they were serious despite the vitality granted by the spirit of the bear. "Eat a berry it will help your wounds to stop bleeding" the elf would add it they were indeed wounded.<br/><br/>"I agree that we should continue since we are still fine although a short rest might do well to restore our energies while we interrogate this one, good job Yummy..., but not everyone here speaks the wild language of this one" Kirss turned to see if Ilya was still with them to interrogate the orc or if she had gone already. It was understandable that she didn't like fighting her own kin so Kirss would make any comment about and continued to stare around to see if anyone else spoke orcish before heading to help Ye'me secure the captive.<br/><br/>One way or the other it seemed they would be spending some time there, preferably just an hour to recover the small wounds and to decide what shall be done with the orc but Kirss was no dedicated medic and did not liked orcs either so instead took out a deck of cards and waved them as if asking others if they wanted to play a short game while they awaited, "What do you want to bet?" would be the words of the mercenary elf to whoever approached to play a game, "a friendly bet of course, no money of course but..., how about a kiss." Kirss wouldn't mind the gender of the others at all in this friendly wager and would be happy to make out with whoever was interested in 'bonding'.