<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ujZxFTS.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, girl's uniform, armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>road to mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgan, Ceri, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>6/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>7/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>diplomacy with orc leader to improve disposition for later Roll: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151466)+7=27<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ophelia watched anxiously as two orcs emerged from the bushes. Though she was intimidated by the imposing figures, she also made a mental note that this plane also had orcs who also spoke their native plane's tongue. The necromancer watched with bated breath as Morgan stepped forward and verbally challenged the orcs, compelling them to back down. And to much surprise it actually worked! Ophelia blinked a few times and gave a small shake of her head, almost in disbelief.<br/><br/>Granted she wasn't going to complain, blowing out her torch and flashing the brigands a bright smile, "thank you so much kind ladies" she cooed, deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth. However as she was trotting past to carry on their way, Ophelia would stop and turn to the leader of the orcs. Taking a few steps closer with her hands cutely held behind her back, bust pushed out a bit, she would stand up on her tip toes and plant a soft kiss on the orc's cheek, "and you're quite dashing yourself. maybe next time we pass through we can start over and have a more gentle introduction..." she softly whispered, giving her a playful wink before skipping off down the road, waving for the others to follow along.