<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira shifted her attention back to Edan for the moment as she spoke, responding with a thoughtful nod as she mulled over her words. "First," she spoke up, "You may be right about flower wreaths inspiring fear. I'm sure it will inspire terror in our enemies." She said this with a somewhat serious voice, but there was a twinge of a grin on the ends of her lips. She then brought her fingers up to rub her chin as she surveyed their surroundings, and seemed to be running some thoughts through her head, "Secondly... I suppose I can't know too much of what we'll need until the scouts return, but..." A thought seemed to occur to her and she turned her attention completely back to Edan, "We know there's going to be a rough, tight climb to the top. If the enemy charges us, we need defenses. We could use that perhaps. They'd need to funnel down a tight corridor to reach us... something like... tanglefoot bags or alchemist's fire..."<br/><br/>She paused and seemed to deflate a bit as she realized the flaw in that idea, and said, "Ah, something like that. Even if we could find the resources, and had the tools, it would likely take too long to craft..." She rubbed the back of her head and said, "I mean, with the right ingredients and the proper equipment, I could make it. Unfortunately, only kit I've got with me is for gunsmithing, not standard alchemy."<br/><br/>She stopped and looked back to Edar, chuckling a little as she muttered, "Sorry about that, I guess I was just thinking out loud." She smirked a bit and then added, "Maybe the flayleaf wouldn't be a bad idea. Get the goblins all... ya know... mellow..." She trailed off a bit as she tried to imagine what a stoned goblin would even act like... probably... messy... She shook her head and said, "No, perhaps this was a fruitless line of thinking after all. Perhaps we should focus our efforts entirely on the spears for now." She nodded, seemingly in resolution, as she concluded her rambling, "Edan, do you think you could work on gathering us suitable lumber for some quick makeshift spears? We don't need them made to last, just to stop a cavalry charge."<br/><br/>She then watched as Ishtar took the initiative to give everyone a tutorial in how to make a simple spear, grinning as it really struck her that Mouser had genuinely seemed to put together a crack team here. She also managed the titanic task of not cracking a joke as the words 'long, shaft, supple, thrust, floppy and erect' were used in fairly rapid succession. She was quite certain that Temudaria would NOT have been able to exercise such impressive self-restraint were she there.<br/><br/>In any case, she cleared her throat and spoke up to address the group once more, "Alright, then! Let's focus our efforts on gathering up the lumber and making some spears, just like that! I want a spear in the hands of every frontline fighter we've got by the time our scouts return!"<br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">tl;dr</div><div class="spoiler_body">The enemy shall gaze upon our wreaths and tremble in terror, knowing that their gods cannot save them from our wrath!<br/>Plant bombs? No.<br/>Weed? Maybe.<br/>Spears!<br/>(Innuendo!)<br/></div></div>