<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Liraniel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2310017)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Winter_witch.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Level 1 Winter Witch<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>7<br/><strong>AC : </strong>13<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>Endure Elements - (Cold, Constant)<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Linariel eventually found herself waking, groaning at a stranger's touch as her eyes fluttered open.  She couldn't see much, not enough light, but she could change that.  She said a brief chant and flicked her wrist, putting a Light cantrip onto her dagger, blinking against the sudden glare when it had been almost entirely dark till just now.<br/><br/>"Where are we?"  She asked while sitting up, wincing at the stiffness and soreness she experienced.  "Did any demons follow us?"  Hopefully they thought their intrepid little group were all dead.