<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0gfM4P5.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Molle Aliyev</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Calmly enjoying the mayhem.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627666)<br/><hr/>Molle steps carefully out of the writhing vines, her leather boots snapping free from the first tendrils as they threaten to thicken and ensnare her foot.  When she fixes her gaze on the next bandit, her mouth is tight and her blue eyes glimmer with anxiety-- whether fervor or terror, it's not quite clear.  She strides rushes along the edge of the vines' reach and moves in toward the prone-- but living-- bandit.<br/><br/>The kingdom ruled banditry punishable by the sword; Molle intends to deliver.<br/><br/>Her madly blue eyes are wide, the pupils tight and feral as she makes the maneuver into a short dash, punctuated by a careful, but powerful, close-bodied stroke at the fallen bandit's prone form.  The motion is not unlike one reaping wheat, and the arc of the blade crosses her body to rest high, blood running down the steel in rivulets and spattering her bronze cheek and the shining carapace of her breastplate.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Navigate vine-age: At 2013-09-06 22:34:27, Molle (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=49793)<br/>Attack: At 2013-09-06 22:35:27, Molle (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=49796)<br/>Damage:At 2013-09-06 22:36:07, Molle (uid: 768) rolls: 2d6a6 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=49797)<br/> </div></div>