<div class="floatright">(https://i.ibb.co/5kBrt8r/Hera-the-White.png)<br/></div><strong>Name</strong>: Hera the White (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=349604.msg16433393#msg16433393 date=1679604557)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 19/23<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>XP</strong>: 4/8<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:  STR 16 (+2) DEX 13 (+1) CON 15 (+1) INT 9 (+0) WIS 12 (0) CHA 8 (-1)<br/><strong>Load</strong>: 8/14<br/><strong>Effects</strong>:<br/><hr/><br/>It’s at that moment Hera begins to laugh. She doesn’t really understand why, nor does she care. Something inside her is just so relieved to have something she can fight and struggle with. Something physical and challenging that can set her training and muscle against. Unable to bring foebiter to bear she instead turns around with the tentacle on her forearm so that she can lean her weight against it’s pull. Her pale blues eyes, ice made to burn by her battle-joy, fix on empty space and she begins to force her legs forward.<br/>Hera the White sees her companions being assaulted, and her laughter turns to a growl, she brings her forearm to her mouth and bites down, causing a little of the ichor to spray and then she shouts out, voice ringing through the cavernous chamber.<br/><br/>“Come beast! You will need all your puny limbs to ho-”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.ibb.co/XbQ4F48/image.png)<br/>Roll Result: Hera the White rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1, 3,<br/>Total: 5 (Welp.)</div></div><br/>Hera will be in denial for the rest of her days, most likely. But it becomes quickly apparent, that a single grasping arm is, indeed, enough.<br/><br/><br/><br/>