<div class="floatleft">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Bellantha-closeup.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bellantha Ravignon (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1828393)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>AC</strong>:<del>17</del>12<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:<br/>-2 to Will against Ria<br/>+4 Survival<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>21<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>After dinner, Bellantha took a quick wash in the stream and then proceeded to check over her equipment.  It was strange, when she examined her armor, that there was no sign of any damage from the illusionary Orcs blow against her.  It felt so real and yet her armor was as pristine, or as close as it had been, as when she had started out on this quest.      Magic.  Go figure.  Equipment cleaned, Bellantha changed into something a little more comfortable and settled in for the night.<br/><br/>Shouting woke her up.  There was trouble in the camp, and Bellantha was on her feet in an instant.  Emerging from her tent in cotton small clothes, she found herself a little more than 5 feet away from a snarling wolf, and just in time to see the creature attack Ria, pulling her savagely to the ground.<br/><br/>"Ria!"  Bellantha screamed, and instinct took over.  Shadows around her swirled into her hands, forming her meteor hammer.  Both ends of the weapon began to spin as Bellantha made herself ready.