<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21V9ZpL.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mahsati, the Moon Whisper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214888.msg13653077#msg13653077)</span><br/>Elven Feral Huntress (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1388650)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hiding the kitchen with the scorpion Dreaming-Venom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Khait, Albron, Denhala<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Aspect: +2 Dex, Barkskin (current AC 21), Lead Blades<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +6 (currently +7)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 28 | 31 <strong>AC</strong>: 18 (<strong>T</strong>: 14, <strong>FF</strong>: 14) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 30 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +11<br/><strong>Spells</strong>: First: <del>4</del> 3  Second: <del>3</del> 0<br/><strong>Teamwork Feat</strong>: Spirit of the Corps</div></div><hr/><br/>Mahsati waited until the Cardinal's strange little creature had confirmed the mercenaries were approaching immediately before weaving her spells.  She spoke a few words, invoking the spirits of her lost motherland.  Her skin rippled for a moment, the pale blue-black forming into hard and chitinous scales with a diamond pattern she would delight in under other circumstances.  It only took a quick consideration of her allies to know which were most likely to need strengthening against an enemy's blade.  A few more words and she kissed her palm, laying it against Albron's shoulder; then again to Khait.  It was a common enchantment before they attacked a caravan or camp; her comrades would know the effects would only last about 40 minutes.  Plenty of time for a battle.<br/><br/>She nudges Denhala with an elbow, giving her another ten arrows and a feral, excited grin.  "Like the Emir's white cavalry in the Tale of Ten Thieves, these foolish little creatures are sheep to the butcher.  Enjoy our bloody vengeance, sister!"  The arrows themselves were barbed, wicked things that wouldn't come out easily once embedded in flesh.  The tools of a cruel huntress.<br/><br/>With a final wink, Mahsati retreated into hiding within the kitchen, comfortable enough now with the scorpion Dreaming-Venom to press her shoulder to his, sharing their mutual eagerness for carnage and feasting.  "Shhh, pretty, not until we see their underbellies!"  She would wait until the vile mercenaries were nearly at the door to cast another spell, a charm that would help her blade land each blow with the power of a sand djinn.<br/><br/>[Casting Barkskin on myself, Albron and Khait.  Giving Denhala 10 barbed arrows and the closest thing Mahsati has to a pep talk.  Then casting Lead Blades on myself and hiding]