Name: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Tagging: Thorsen'melis<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/>Skill: 7<br/>Stamina: 14<br/>Luck: 9<br/>Climax: 0 so far<br/><br/><em>This was impossible...</em>she thought, even as she ran through the town, searching for something,<em>anything</em>that could throw off her pursuer, but so far, he'd been far too skilled for her to avoid.  She wasn't a sprinter, she wasn't a fighter, and she certainly hadn't been trained for this!  She took another look behind her, thinking she'd earned a moment of rest, but she couldn't stop running, not yet.  Why hadn't she been told that something of this magnitude would happen?  The voices of the deities had failed her, they'd grown silent. "Goddess, have we angered you?  Please, answer m-Aaah!" she shrieks, hearing the monster's footsteps drawing closer again.  Of course, she could hide in the pub!  It was the closest building, the only possible way she could escape! She'd been praying in peace when the monsters came from the forest, seemingly appearing out of thin air, and it wasn't long before she saw such terrible sights, an absolute slaughter of her homeland.  They were unnatural monsters, ones she'd only ever heard tales about, silly little tales meant to coerce good girls and boys to sleep once it was their bedtimes.  It was lucky that she'd even heard the carnage, or she would've been stuck in an almost trance-like state of prayer, and surely, she would have been slain then and there, for that was all monsters were capable of...carnage and senseless violence.<br/><br/>The fair-skinned half-elf made a sharp turn to the left followed by another sharp turn, apologizing even as she managed to force herself through the partially closed door, immediately looking for a room to hide in.  She took in the area quickly, certainly not used to the pub, of all places.  She'd never tasted alcohol, and there was a particularly powerful stench in the air here...She didn't care for it at all, but she had no choice.  Several shattered beer mugs littered the floor, along with bloodstains and other unmentionable sights she didn't wish to see. Ilset covered her nose, trying to filter out the scene in front of her, but she had to deal with it if she was to escape alive!<em>Where, where...where can I hide...?</em>she asks herself, feeling more like this was a fatal game of hide-and-seek. Ah-ha!  She looked at the shelves full of alcohol and wine, and wondered...Preparing herself, she sucked in any of her weight, desperately pushing at the side of the thing to give her a bit of room to maneuver, something she only just managed.<em>Yes!</em>she congratulates herself, slipping into the tight space.  The girl prayed almost silently to her goddess, now hiding behind the large alcohol shelf behind the counter, hopefully hidden from view.<br/><br/>"Goddess, please allow us safety this night...Please don't allow us to be slain, I beg of you!"<br/><br/>Roll: Attempting to hide from the monster: Result: 6 (Success!) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64232)<br/>Notes: Accidentally rolled it as "2d6+6", so the final result is a 12. Sorry about that.  Used up 1 luck, left at 8 now.