<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N'trish'ta Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x_zUnbLDkhN5lscU54WR9hNvwFWx_uvDdMHC9diq96c/edit)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Cleric 1<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>8<br/><strong>AC : </strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The ebony girl frowned, but then she gave a slight smile.  "Well, honestly, I wasn't even sure I could do that much.  You'll eventually be able to walk, but not with the grace you could before.  I'll ry and make you a split.  If you can get a staff, that will help too."<br/><br/>Then she smiled, "So, my name is Na'Trish'Ta Songfire.  Could we get your names please?"  She glanced at the dwarf, "You're Horgus, right sir?  You sent us a round at lunch today?  To what do we owe the honor."<br/><br/>"Oh, and Murasaki.  That ichor really does smell vile."<em>And might spread disease.</em>"Do you have a spell to clean them?"<br/>