<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kYGfZcX.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<strong>AC:</strong>14<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 3/3 vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath<br/>lv. 3 - 4/4  Thorny Entanglement, Bestow Curse</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Ward hex on Sophia (+2 AC, +2 on saving throws, lasts until target gets hit or fails saving throw)<br/><hr/><br/>At the moment Silvy was the farthest one could possibly be from combat ready. She was still stripped bare, her curvaceous form draped over Grimaruk like a blanket, snuggling up to the hunky orc in the midst of what was perhaps the best sleep she had gotten in her entire life, blissfully unaware of the sinister snake's approach. Even her right hand, usually more alert during such vulnerable moments, was distracted, tenderly caressing its host's belly.<br/><br/>Even the wyvern's thunderous roar wasn't enough to immediately rouse the witch from her slumber. It seemed Grim had REALLY tuckered her out something fierce. Fortunately it was enough to catch Abigail's attention, and Silvy's possessed hand would suddenly start lightly slapping both her and Grim on the cheek, trying to shake them awake, "hrrrm, 5 more minutes...."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>initiative: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153956)<br/><br/>