<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 4, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>"All of us?" Yamyra marveled, "With one spell?  Sir, this is a very great marvel indeed!"<br/><br/>The redhead mounted her canine steed.  She hustled the surviving sailors into a line.  "Follow me through, my good friends."<br/><br/>Not giving herself time to ponder malicious treachery, Yamyra lead the way through, meaning to secure a safe spot fort he sailors if the other side proved dangerous.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>