<div class="floatright">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/5bc52fbc-aff6-47f2-81a9-16124200d8de_zpszuikjfim.jpg)</div><strong>Adelheid Weber (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=978143)</strong><br/><em>Half-Elf Bard (Dervish Dancer) CG</em><br/><strong>HP</strong>34 / 34<strong>Speed</strong>30ft<strong>Init</strong>3<br/><strong>AC</strong>20/15 T/16F<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>10<strong>Will</strong>5<br/><strong>CMB</strong>+8<strong>CMD</strong>21<strong>FMC</strong>18<br/><strong>Adamantine Scythe +1</strong>+9, 2d4+7, x4<br/><strong>Dagger</strong>+8, 1d4+4, 19-20 x2<br/><strong>Str</strong>18 (4)<strong>Dex</strong>16 (3)<strong>Con</strong>12 (1)<strong>Wis</strong>9 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>12 (1)<strong>Cha</strong>16 (3)<br/><br/>No Effects Active<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/>All at once, Adelheid went from asleep (Unconscious really) to painfully awake, finding herself literally buried in cargo and half-soaked in water. It took a few moments of careful thought, and eye-ing the piles of crates around her, before she let out a quiet sigh that she wasn't going to be crushed or drowned just yet. Not particularly pleased about the storm, she'd spent her time staying below deck and ensuring things didn't fall or poke holes in the ship, mending what damage she could and only venturing up to lay hands on those who were injured in the storm. Near the end when a particularly massive wave had rocked the ship ropes had snapped, and she found herself bludgeoned into an unwanted lap. To be honest it was fortunate she'd ended up falling face-up, since if she'd been face-down in this stagnant water she'd be just another corpse to haul out and give rites to.<br/><br/><strong>". . . Bugger all then."</strong><br/><br/>With a groan she reached up to carefully pull herself out of her little pool, and force boxes back into a more stable position, before FINALLY making her way up to the crew quarters. A flick of the wrist and a word in Draconic and the soaked silk and leather on her was fine and dry, sadly less of an enticing show for the lucky survivors. More time was spent moving over to her hammock in the corner of the hold (and she thanked Calistria that her efforts to tie her weapon down didn't fail, else there'd be more holes in the ship!), and fixing up her hair and collecting her gear. She might not be much of a sailor, but she knew a stopped ship by this point by feel. Unlashing her intimidatingly large (and inordinately pretty) war-scythe she casually draped it over her shoulder and made her way to the stairs, a free wiggle of her fingers and a word and wink drying poor sailors and passengers as she went.<br/><br/>She took a moment to breath in deeply now that she was on deck, and nimbly stepped around tired and weary workers to get a look at the land, letting out a small whistle. Wasn't that just a sight for sore eyes. A move of her foot and she wedged a barrel into a more stable position, a bit more prestidigitation giving her a dry place to sit her cute little ass down, as she raised an eyebrow at those assembled on deck.<br/><br/><strong>"Well? Anybody still banged up and cut open, come line up! I may not be a full priestess, but I can still give Calistria's caress and patch up you injured louts!" </strong>She called out loudly in a high, melodic voice, a wry grin on her half-elven face. Honestly, it just wasn't fair that she had the magic necessary to pop out of a night half-submerged looking and smelling like rainbows. Apparently even a hurricane couldn't keep that smile off Adelheid's face!