<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/79/Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg/617px-Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg)<br/><em>Canin (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxRVkxdW16eUxDNTg/view?usp=sharing)</em> and <em> Dog (http://[url=https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxTzRDNDE3UXMwaXc/view?usp=sharing)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Half-Orc  <strong>Class:</strong>Cavalier (Dune Drifter)1| Bard 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 11/11 <strong>AC:</strong> 13 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>14 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>16, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>10, <strong>Wis </strong>12, <strong>Cha </strong>14<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Bardic Performance:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +5 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +5 <strong> Saves:</strong> +3/+5/+3 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: Pistol +4 (20/x4, 1d8 Bludgeoning/Piercing damage, 20 ft range)<br/>Sickle +4 (20/x2, 1d6 Slashing damage, 5 ft range, trip)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Mending, Open/Close<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> Cure Light Wounds, Grease<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Half-orc is half-orc.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>There was actually a fairly noticeable blush on Canin's face as Marissa pouted and muttered her response, massaging her leg after being freed from Dog's weight. "W-wh...I was having a dream about...about being a fight, you idiot! I swear, I ought to pummel you right now..." She growled, but she already knew she wasn't going to do anything of the sort. Instead, she hung back a bit, nearly jumping when a sudden high-pitched protest echoed off the cavern walls, belonging to someone only vaguely familiar to her.  "What the hell...there's another one?" She complained openly, aware of the bells jingling as the figure awoke from what seemed to be a...fruitful sleep.  Eying the strange newcomer up, Canin wasn't particularly trusting of her.  After all, she<em>knew</em>Marissa, but this one...Wait a second...<br/><br/>She was uncharacteristically silent as the two spoke, and didn't actually notice when Dog went missing, her gaze stuck on Sapphir's visage, even as she moved around.  Tunnel vision was an understatement for the half-orc's state of mind right now...Now the idiot was going around picking spider webs...and even licking them? What an idiot!  Still, something about the girl was unnerving, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she recognized that voice of hers...Wait, that was it! She narrowed her gaze at Sapphir and quickly made her way to the lithe woman, looking even grumpier than usual.  She pulled her sickle from her belt and in an instant, slashed with it, possible frightening the bell-decorated woman, though she only attacked some of the webbing. "Hey, I know you..." She muttered, growling once again as she stared the woman dead in her eyes, getting frighteningly close to her before pulling away a bit.  Her mind suddenly returned to her, and she snapped at Marissa as she approached, grimacing when she showed up next to them. "Hey! Dog isn't yours, so don't you dare start magicking her up, Marissa! I swear, if I see you doing that one more time, I'm gonna use this to pop your head off, got it?!" She gave her attention right back to Sapphir in an instant, still annoyed. "And you! I remember you, you loud-mouthed arse! You're that stupid freakin' bard who always talked crap about me when you were in that hoity-toity school of yours, always singing about me like I was a monster!  I still remember your stupid rumor-mongering! 'Oh, the reason you never see her parents is because her stupid bestial orc mom killed her daddy!' 'Oh, she doesn't ever shower!' 'Did you hear? I heard she eats people!'  I remember those stupid rumors you started up with your damn rhymes! What the hell are<strong>you</strong>doing here?!"  She'd slowly drawn closer to the bard again, now only a short distance from her face again, her undersized tusks frighteningly close.