<div class="floatleft">(https://whisperingworlds.com/wp-content/gallery/fantasywomen/fantasywoman105.jpg)</div><br/>Fast Stats: AC 19 | HP 24/24 | PP 15<br/>Magic: 4/4 level 1, 2/2 level 2, Channel Divinity (Healing/Turn undead) 1/LR<br/><br/>Arya Thorngrove - Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16121272#msg16121272)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong>Inspect Room closely paying attention to the wax<br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arya luckily fell on her feet when she was transported yet again into unfamiliar surroundings. The place looked opulent. This dollmaker, whatever he was, magical creature or otherwise, certainly had an eye for detail. The place was a perfect rendition of what a girl would hope for in her imagination, if she was young.<br/><br/>The dwarf with them was the first to come to his senses after the group appeared in the strange wax infested doll house. What was his name ? He had been an occupant of the crossroads for a while before Arya came and was well known. That's right it was<em>Falgrim</em>, a crafter ? No an artificer. Hmm, Arya didn't know much of the difference, being from a village without such people but perhaps with time his talents would become more obvious to her.<br/><br/>Arya nodded to the dwarf and couldn't suppress a smile. Dwarfs always put her in a good mood, no matter how dangerous or frightening a place was, she thought if there was a Dwarf of any kind in their party, luck would be with them. This time was no exception.<br/><br/>"I at least am fine, but we will let others speak for themselves, if they feel strange I am a talented healer with many healing kits packed in my backpack. Hopefully I can sort out common issues without wasting spells best used for more serious encounters. By the way I am glad your with us Falgrim, I was hoping you would join the team." Arya smiled to the artificer and then brushed her hair with her free hand.<br/><br/>"One thing occurred to me when I saw the dollhouse unfold from the suitcase, Dolls are typically gifts to children. Do you think this entire place is intended to be a gift to a girl of high station like a princess or one who's parents can spare no expense and buy her a magical child's playground or toy ? The woman that greeted us worked for her master, but did  he master make all of this - as a commission to someone with the means to pay for such a thing for their precious girl ?<br/><br/>Many girls dream of their doll house actually containing living and moving people. And that is exactly what we are now"<br/><br/>Arya let those listening to her ponder the idea, if they recovered quick enough and turned to inspect the current room more closely. Paying particular attention to the strange alien wax.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Carly rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: perception check - current room<br/>Result: 9,<br/>Total: 14<br/></div></div>