<div class="floatleft">Han Ming-Fu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)<br/>(https://i.gyazo.com/789772ede28173cb214f86fff115c5d3.jpg) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)</div>Well, so much for attempting diplomacy first!  Ming-Fu went wide-eyed as the canines charged at her and her fellow escapees, a loud "Eeeeeep!" escaping her lips as she saw the hulk of muscle, teeth, and jawbone looming before her.<br/><br/>But then she remembered her training, and everything slowed down.  Like the ticking of a metronome, her heart kept a beat and she saw clearly every hair of fur on her opponent's pelt, every tremor of his musculature, and every inch of his charging approach.  Raising her left hand outwards as if brushing the canine's bristling fur, her legs flexed and assumed a dancer's preparatory form.<br/><br/>Right when those cruel jaws were almost upon her, her outstretched fingers a fraction of an inch from stroking that soft fur, she could feel her enemy's presence, its breathing, its pulse, like a sticking-touch she felt her enemy through her senses, and immediately responded with like movement.  Her bare feet delicately sidestepped, as her naked torso twisted around and outside of the range of the snapping canine's jaws.  Ming-Fu elegantly assumed a new position a few feet away from her attacker, now neatly outside of the flanking position it had attempted to set-up.<br/><br/>Ming-Fu took a deep breath, and sang.<br/><br/>Her choice was impulsively chosen, the Lament of the Yue Maiden, a song of melancholy and loneliness.  Its strains and words echoed throughout the chamber and gave her singing an even more otherworldly quality.  The emotions of despair, sadness, resignation, and isolation filled the air, as her voice trembled at the end of each verse, lending a sense of palpable verisimilitude to her performance.<br/><br/>"What blessed night is this?<br/>Drifting down the River Qian<br/>What auspicious day is this?<br/>Dreaming beside my Prince<br/>Too bashful to stare<br/>A secret I cannot share<br/>My heart fills with longing<br/>To know you, dear Prince<br/>Trees live on mountains and Branches live on trees<br/>My heart lives for your heart<br/>But you do not see me"<br/><br/>Satisfied that her song was reaching throughout the chamber at the moment and encompassing all of the canines, Ming-Fu decided to give herself some distance and withdrew back towards the (West?) of the chamber for the moment.  Looking around, she searched intently for anything that might make a serviceable shield or weapon amongst the tools and machinery that made up this strange hibernation chamber.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 29 for FLowing Creek to negate the earlier attack, and took a free five foot step as part of the Maneuver diagonally towards the NW.  Will Save DC 15 to resist the effects of the Song of Dissonance for the enemies in a 30' range (corner to corner), or take a –1 penalty on all non-damage rolls made while the song effect is maintained.  Once the song has taken effect, she'll maintain it, and withdraw 30 feet westwards and keep her eyes peeled for anything that can be an improvised weapon and shield.<br/><br/>(https://i.gyazo.com/f011fb8e515941b861e11dc3c9ea4039.png)<br/></div></div>