<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/RwjldFz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sumireko Ibara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dungeon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Combat Stats:</strong>HP: 28/28; AC: 18; CMD: 15; Fort; +6 Ref: +2; Will: 7; MW Injection Spear (+7, 1d8+4); Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=215647)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>0 lvl - Detect Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Read Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Spark</li><li>0 lvl - Detect Poison</li><li>1 lvl - Cure Light Wounds</li><li>1 lvl - Cure Light Wounds</li><li>1 lvl - Compel Hostility <strong>Used</strong> </li><li>1 lvl - Divine Favor</li></ul></div></div><br/><em>Ugh...I don't feel very well right now...</em>She groaned telepathically to the others.<em>And for once, it has...absolutely nothing to do with Fireau's awful puns. Was this spear always so...so heavy?</em>She hefted the spear, finding it more difficult than before for sure.<em>That thing...gggh...</em>She shivered, feeling something tent up beneath her armor, something that refused to go down despite her commands.<em>Damnit, that stupid plant!</em>She cursed again.<em>I can't...sneak around in this armor, so I guess I'll um...go with Fireau...Fuck...</em>She cussed one last time, feeling a heat run through her body from the venom.<br/>