<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HIy8csg.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>32<strong>AC:</strong>16<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 6/6  vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Ward hex on Sophia (+2 AC, +2 on saving throws, lasts until target gets hit or fails saving throw)<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Ill Omen (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/i/ill-omen/): the next D20 roll the wyvern makes it must roll twice and take the lower result.  4 rounds or until discharged.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Silvy flinched back as the wyvern's struggling sent the boat rocking and loose objects flying, thankfully none hard enough to do any major damage, "wah!...you know, not to keep harping on this, but how exactly do you plan to "tame" what is obviously an intelligent, willful creature?" the witch asked, still futilely pointing out the absurdity of the situation despite it getting even more so all the while, "This isn't a hound we're dealing with. It's not like domesticating an animal it'd be like trying to break a slave. Which we don't exactly have the time and resources for" she continued. What exactly were they all looking for here? For the wyvern to cry uncle and promise to work for them? And were they just supposed to take it's word if it did?<br/><br/>Her frustration was only further compounded as the wyvern continued to roar and wail, it's guttural insult not so quickly forgotten, "And shut the fuck up you foul tongued lizard! Krosis!" she shouted, laying a curse, both verbal and literal, upon the dragonling.