<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/a2/1d/76/a21d76248c6c02d451b05a74fa34b648--character-art-character-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ria Templeborn </span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825659)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiave:</strong>10<br/><strong>Status effects:</strong>+4 to Survival<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was her first real fight, sure there were drunks and verbal threats but never like this. But she could always defuse the situation with a smile and a touch. But this was different. Her heart racing, she hesitated, feeling the chaos around her. Remembering her sling, she reaches for it at her belt, loading it, she spun its load over her head as she practiced. Usually, she used it for rabbits and hit sometimes. The orcs are a larger target, in fact much larger than a rabbit as she let fly the bullet.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Action: Move equivalent - Load Sling, Standard Action - Fire at Orc 3<br/>Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Sling Attack<br/>Result: 14, <br/>Total: 16<br/><br/>Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d4<br/>Comment: Bullet Damage<br/>Result: 4, <br/>Total: 4</div></div>