<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/64c227f94e9c218cee82e3f3bfa5d6f0/tumblr_oxc20bY0Wh1utyn51o1_1280.png)</div><strong>Melody Silkbush, Halfling extraordinaire (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1354673)</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pallam, Willem, everyone with ears<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +12 | <strong>BAB:</strong> +3 | <strong>CMB:</strong> +1<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 55 | <strong>AC:</strong> 21 | <strong>CMD:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort:</strong> +5 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +12 | <strong>Will:</strong> +5</div></div><hr/><br/>And the storm was upon them, a rush of wind, sand, and alkaline dust. Melody quickly tugged her scarves up over her mouth and nose, wishing she'd gotten a finer weave to mask her eyes as well. "No! No!" She shouted as clearly as she could over the howling and hissing of the storm. "It's not safe out here, we need to get everyone into that cave! Leave the wagons, we can dig everything out later!" She choked, coughing as the scarf failed to block the finest of the dust. She reaches put to grab Willem by his pants - she didn't really care where - and drag him on track to go to the cave. "You'll be smothered under the wagons!" She hollers at him, and Pallam as well. "Sir Pallam, help get everyone up into the cave!" she gets out before a strong gust actually knocks the halfling woman over, tumbling and disorienting her in the fine grit that's building up.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fort save</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-11-27 15:24:13, Melody (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=110494)<br/><br/>Yup, that's a dazed short stack right there</div></div>