<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3rOp7i1.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Serana Vi Marian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825891)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:12/12<strong>Status</strong>: +4 survival, -4 AC<br/><strong>AC</strong>:17(13)<strong>Initiative</strong>: 6<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>removed armor to sleep -4 AC until donned. master work crossbow left by the camp fire<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>initiative: 6 total<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"sounds like wolves, everyone stay alert while taking your watches" Serana said, pausing to take a small sip of the stew she was stirring up, "mmm, perfect" she cooed, smirking as Bashir came in to add his own extra touch to it, "even more perfect" she cooed, "I'll set the crossbow by the fire then, hopefully you won't need it" she mused, unhooking the weapon and dropping it gently by the campfire, "don't worry bell, if you end up getting your foot clamped off trying to go tinkle it'll only haunt and shame you for the rest of your life. So no worries" she teased, gently nudging her in the side with her elbow. After dinner wash finished and the preparations were made, Serana felt a surprisingly heavy wave of fatigue wash over her, "ugh...I'm sorry guys, but I'm feeling exhausted for some reason, I don't think I'm gonna manage a watch tonight. Sorry" she murmured, grabbing her sword crawling into her tent, barely managing to slip out of her armor before clocking out, having missed out on all the invitations of shared bed rolls.<br/><br/>However her swirling dreams were abruptly interrupted by shouts and the crack of a whip, danger. "ughh...huh? What's going on!?" Serana grumbled, slowly bringing herself out of slumber. Leaving her armor aside for the moment, the girl pokes her head out just in time to see both Iona AND Ria savagely taken to the ground by the small pack of wolves, "Fuck!" she screamed, suddenly shocked to full alertness as she scrambled for her blade.<br/><br/>