Amora's body clatters, skips, and bashes off the outcropping of rocks and pipes that stuck out of the walls of the hole. Her mangled form plummets into the shallow pond with a sickening crack. There is a dull flash of pain through the haze, then peace. She emerges from the greenish water with no visible injuries. Everything had healed in the space of a few seconds. Still, there was something about this water she was in that made her skin tingle.<br/><br/>OOC: Resisting poision. No applicable attribute, so roll 5 dice and add up the two lowest.