<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ujZxFTS.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, girl's uniform, armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgan, Ceri, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>6(8)/8 (non lethal: 3) -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>2/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>6/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Empowered Abilities: +1 Caster Level at 1/2 spell points<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>cast heal on self (4 hp), cast invigorate on self (+2 temp hp, 1 hr.)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>After an hour had past, Ophelia's three eyes suddenly snapped wide open and jolted upright, sat up straight as a board, "wah! don't worry I'm come...wha...where?" she hurriedly exclaimed, looking around in confusion as it started to don on her that they weren't in the rose garden anymore, "did...we win?...is everyone ok?" she asked, looking around anxiously. Slowly she pushed herself up to her feet, panting heavily, clearly still strained despite finally waking up.<br/><br/>Picking up her staff, Ophelia placed a hand on her chest, eyes glowing dimly as she channeled energy into her own body, having to fight against her own resistance to the magic to force herself back up to shape. She let out a deep sigh of relief, though still looked a bit haggard, "alright...who needs patching up? wh-...where is Morgan?" she asked worriedly, not recognizing the pile of slime as her comrade.