<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Round 3 Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Finna Fort save vs Poison DC 13 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=58186)<br/>Move Action: Get into Water and retreat<br/>Standard Action: Total Defense AC 22</div></div><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/ae/45/b6ae45ea51fab6883e9b4e4a2b0e3cfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Finna Stendahl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202196.msg9882560#msg9882560)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Catacombs<br/><strong>With:</strong>Strike Force<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str and Dex), Blessed (+1 atk, +1 save vs. fear), Poisoned (-1 Str), Total Defense: AC 22<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>HP: 19</strong>: 1</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>AC: 18</strong> FF: 17 /T: 11</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>BAB: +4</strong> / TW +2/+2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Init: +1</strong></td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>SAVES </strong>F: +4/ R: +1 /W: +0</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td>CMB +5 / CMD 15 / 18 vs. Sunder and Disarm</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/>A self satisfied smile played over Finna's lips as she watched the Zombie she'd dispatched hit the ground hard with a dull thud. She met the charge of the next one that came at her on her shield, but its weight shifted her stance and opened her up to the attack of the next one. She took the blow high on her side and grunted as it forced the wind from her, bringing black spots swimming in front of her eyes. Before she could cry out her defenses proved useless against the swarm that crawled over everything around her, including herself.<br/><br/>A multitude of insects crawled over her, biting, scratching and piercing her flesh laying low Finna with an embaressing ease. Her vision darkened and she blacked out as she crumpled to the ground, never seeing how the vermin consumed the Zombie warriors about her. In the darkness there was pain and anger, she wasn't ready to die yet, wasn[t ready to leave the one she loved.<br/><br/>A wave of health washed through Finna, fiery and sweet, bringing her back to the land of the living, barely, but enough to give her command of her limbs and senses. She glanced around and saw the carnage, her life's blood staining the ground and she saw how Bree had cleared the area of the swarm and shot her a grateful smile. With a jerky kind of grace, Finna made her way into the water, careful to avoid the swarm, hearing Aliera's call for retreat but not seeing where she got off to. She moved defensively, concerned with doing all she could to stay on this side of the line of Death, not out of fear but with the intention of being of further service to her companions.