<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/AngelHarlot.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Doxie (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2477297)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Female Aasimar Oracle/Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>46<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>Celestial Obedience<br/><hr/><br/>Doxie brightened up and hurried into the cabin, peeking inside. "I was trying to get the lifeboat into the water, so we could get away from the undead... but I guess we don't need that anymore. How did we..."<br/><br/>She trailed off as her gaze came to rest on the card that Curva Sacră held. Her eyes went wide, and she blinked once, slowly, then ran out onto the deck and looked at the castle again, then back into the cabin. "That's... that's..."<br/><br/>She steadied herself against the wall of the cabin and closed her eyes, reciting a poem she had once heard. Or, at least, that somebody had once heard, and that now came to her strange, wandering mind.<br/><br/><em>"When around you is death and destruction<br/>The wise warrior knows not to plunge in<br/>Nor to break every fetter<br/>And you should know better<br/>Than to draw from a deck in a dungeon!</em>"<br/><br/>She opened her eyes and grinned, her odd trance over as quickly as it had begun. "Enjoy your new castle, Mistress!"<br/><br/>Doxie sauntered over to where Jassa was holding her gear, and accepted it with a wink and an inviting cant of her hips. "Thank you, sweetie!" she said, kneeling down to rummage through her things. She first settled her two most precious pieces of silver jewelery on her brow and atop her head, bringing a new shine to her eyes and skin that enhanced her already monumental charms. Without stopping to dress in any other way, she dug through her backpack, crooning softly. "Paradise? Are you in here? Mama's worried about you, and she needs you." Her precious familiar, the colourful parrot named Paradise, might be sleeping in his little nest inside her pack, or perhaps he was elsewhere in the ship.