<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/815728859978137602/940265516633845791/unknown.png)</div>Frore Phosphenes (https://ddb.ac/characters/66668528/XGJiip)<br/><br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>16/20;<strong>AC:</strong>11;<strong>Sorcery Points</strong>: 3/3<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions:</span><br/><strong>Movement:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action:</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><strong>Note:</strong>"Speech" | Frore has a dark vision of 120 ft, and can see in magical darkness she creates if she expends sorcery points to cast it.<br/><hr/><br/>Frore leans over the side of the boat, glaring into the murky waters while shaking her fist futilely at the retreating Super frog. Despite having done very little in the fight, she took his hasty retreat as a sign that he was afraid of her and not the other more likely candidates. Such as the Paladin with the killer hammer, the intimidating snake woman that was essentially the frog's natural enemy, and the psycho monk that literally went diving in to finish the job. Nah, clearly Frore was the real threat here.<br/><br/>"Yeah, you better run!" The sorcerer turns up her nose with a huff, sliding her mask back down and flopping back into her seat. Feeling a dull throbbing in her arm, she looks down and winces at the torn cloth of her sleeve from the bite. The bruise was minor, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Muttering curses to herself, she mends her sleeve with magic before watching as Darius hauls the sopping wet Shade out of the water.<br/><br/>"Eh? Slipped? Why, you dove in there like a monk on a mission!" Frore gives the man an incredulous look before casting Prestidigitation to dry him off.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sorceress groans, rousing from her slumber as the rest of the party starts talking. She had taken a nap sometime during the hours of rowing, only to awake to the voice of the monk in her head. Something about something coming? Or maybe someone? The noises coming from Shade certainly made it seem like that. Still half asleep, she makes a shushing noise, muttering in elvish.<br/><br/><em>"Nngh- hush Darius, I’ll make you cum later…"</em>Starting to slip back asleep, she finally processes Shade’s words and jolts upright, slipping a hand under her mask to rub the sleep from her eyes. Switching back to common, she stifles a yawn and gazes out over the water.<br/><br/>"...Wait, what time is it?" And were they almost done? Boats unsurprisingly did not make comfortable beds. Frore was this close to trying to use Eli's small and squishy self as a pillow or plushie. Maybe Kalinta would make a good head rest? Those scales looked cool to the touch... Shaking her head to get back on track, she tries to pay attention to their surroundings once more.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(Rolled a 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158974) to percept! What do the elf eyes see?!)<br/>