<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div><strong>Lydia Halfshade</strong><br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Hp 02/16<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Expended:</strong>2/3 1st level spells<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lydia had never been in a bar-room brawl before, although she had read about them. This one was underwhelming and for a moment, the inquisitor wasn't quite sure how to push things in the right direction. She'd really thought that the big beard was going to charge, but being blindsided by the flying mug seemed to have distracted him. The half-elf knew that she really couldn't risk becoming the centre of attention, not if the team were going to escape in the confusion.<br/><br/>She gave an exaggerated sigh, hands on hips as the silver-haired woman tried to formulate a new plan. Seductive wasn't working and neither was provocation. All the inquisitor had left was intimidation, which, while being better than nothing, was definitely unconventional.<br/><br/>Turning on the spot, the naked half-elf gazed directly at the burly bouncers blocking the door, dark eyes gleaming with unconcealed viciousness.<br/><br/>"Don't just stand there, you dogs!" she snapped, her tone giving no option for disagreement, "Get over here and sort out this mess before we lose any more money!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidation: 30</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Lydia rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment: Intimidation<br/>Result: 19, <br/>Total: 30</div></div>