<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/d4baef5245f6fdb864909aaa170fab2a_zpsrnn51to8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ishtar</span></span><br/>Slyph Wizard (Wind Listener) / Fighter (Lore Warden), 14 HP, AC 16, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1618236).<br/>Mage Armor (AC 19, touch 15, flat-footed 14, +2 AC vs non-magical ranged attacks)<br/><em>Curious to a fault. Can never resist the opportunity to uncover a secret or mystery.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ishtar murmured the incantation of a protective spell. Henna patterns shimmered softly over her skin, especially her arms and legs, before settling into dark tattoo-like patterns on her body.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well there's not something you see everyday." Victor marveled as Ishtar made crafting an improvised weapon from their surroundings look like child's play. When no one else volunteered to take the proffered longspear, Victor raised a hand. Hardly seemed right to let her adept craftsmanship go to waste – and of all the spears their group could make before the scouts returned, he'd little doubt hers were of the best caliber. "Quite deft with your hands, sage Ishtar. My gratitude." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Wield it well," As the spear traded hands, Ishtar took the opportunity to lay her hands on top of his and leaning forward whisper, "Perhaps you shall have the chance to return the favor and show me your own spear later." She plucked a vial of alchemist's fire in exchange before they went their separate ways to their assigned sectors, looking back once to cast an appreciative sweep over his shirtless body.<br/><br/>She took up position at the end of the switch-back, calm and focused, lucerne hammer at the ready to repel any would-be goblin cavalry... then looked beside her and saw that the wild-looking Shaninera, who was taking the situation way too casually, had a lucerne hammer of her own. Ishtar's was, of course, the superior weapon in craftsmanship, intricately engraved with traditional blessings in the flowing Aquan script up and down the length of the shaft. But she couldn't help looking back and forth, comparing and judging silently.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Summary</span></strong><br/>Mage Armor on!<br/>Take a flask of alchemist's fire from Victor<br/>Lucerne hammer jealousy with Shaninera