<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/AngelHarlot.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Doxie (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2477297)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Female Aasimar Oracle/Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>46<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>Celestial Obedience<br/><hr/><br/>Doxie let her laughter subside as she dragged away the canvas covering the rowboat - she needed her full attention for this. The state of the boat wasn't good news... but it was a boat. She ensured that the oars were securely attached to the boat, then started to drag it towards the water.<br/><br/>She winced as another cannonball struck the ship, and looked around at her friends. Everyone else was at or near the captain's cabin, no doubt to retrieve their equipment, and Doxie certainly didn't want to lose the relics that strengthened her connection to Arshea and the world of magic and sexuality, but the best way she could help right now was to get the boat ready. She cast her gaze about, to check if any of the crew were nearby, and if they were likely to help or hinder her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>Spend this round getting the boat ready.<br/>