<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/33/f3/ce/33f3ce3addaf86e03eb12dd5d917372e.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ratty</span></span></em><br/>Female Half-Orc Ranger/Eldritch Archer 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291828.msg14330718#msg14330718)<br/>HP: 10 | AC: 14 | Init: +4 | Status: Underweight. Fatigued<br/>Location: Northern Women’s Cell<br/>Tagging: Female Inmates| Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>TLDR - Delaying turn until <span class="bbc_u">the gate opens</span>. I'm sorry that it took me this long just to post this.</em><br/><br/>Darkness blanketed them, and Ratty was eternally grateful for her orcish blood. She could still make out the shapes of her fellow inmates and their actions, despite the shadow that fell. Clearly they were all on the same wavelength in thinking that this was it, it was do or die: now was the time to escape. She moved closer to the gate [S 1], and<strong>steeled her nerves, ready to get out of the cell the second there was an opening</strong>.