<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/MHXy6kCY/Peri-Portrait.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Periwinkle</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324562.msg15570879#msg15570879)</span><br/><hr/>Init +3; Senses Darkvision 60ft; Perception +18<br/>AC 22, touch 18, flat-footed 15, CMD 17 Saves: Fort +3, Ref +9, Will +4<br/>HP 45/45 Spell Slots - 2/0/1 Luck 2/7 Rounds<br/>Curses: Horsecock, Race Fetish(Horses), Helping Hand, Cum-milker<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: The happening battle<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Reflex! (30, evasion), Taking back my anklets! :3<br/><hr/><br/>Periwinkle's feeling of triumph over striking the halfling fades quickly as the sigil on the elf woman's face lights up. A sudden surge of adrenaline compounds the effects of the haste spell and time almost seems to stand still. Peri watches as the runes flash into life one by one, recognizing the danger with growing alarm. It's going to explode, and they're standing right on top of it. It's going to hurt at best, kill them at worst. Unless...<br/><br/>Peri lurches backwards as they aim a wild kick at the elf's head, deflecting it, and the source of the explosion, away fractions of a second before it detonates, giving them just enough of an edge to slip under the roaring curtain of flame.<br/><br/>Periwinkle spends a moment on the floor, blinking in surprise, before popping back to their feet. "Surrender accepted!" They shout as they grab the halfling by the feet and yank them heels-over-head. "Now gimmie back my jumpin rings!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">2021-03-31 10:49:08   At 2021-03-31 10:49:08, Periwinkle (uid: 59001) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 30 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152496)<br/></div></div>