<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1455/32/1455325283912.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Emerald Dante</span><br/>Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300235.msg14718981#msg14718981)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 8/8<strong>AC</strong>: 13/12/11<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Survival Checks? Nope. (5)<br/><hr/><br/>Emerald groaned as she tried to help out but the long road had made her a bit loopy. She was absolutely turned around and after a week on the road to be back to the village for this silly ritual she was more than a little distracted. Her mothers were most likely home together eating some Shepards pie while she was stuck with dried rations and a waterskin to sip on. She sighed and kept her mouth shut, complaining wouldn't help.  She retreated to the practice of grabbing twigs and branches for the fire.<br/><br/>"We can just help out like this Iona." Emerald told her friend, who vocalized her own feelings of incompetence so well. "I usually like to be wooed first.. but I would be happy to snuggle with you." She winked her blue eye at Iona.