<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Sresk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sresk</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446598)<br/><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Skinwalker Monk/Bloodrager</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>FF:</strong>21<strong>CMD:</strong>21<strong>FCMD:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>0<strong>Bloodrage Rounds</strong>10/11<br/><strong>Temp Effects:</strong>Shifting (+2 str, Ferocity, Bite)<br/><hr/><br/>Sophia's praise of Sresk's job draws a small smile from the shifter as she wades ashore.<br/><br/>It's Silvy's exclamation that causes Sresk to pause her unrolling of the skin, gaze flicking from the witch to Grimaruk. "Be neat. See who could pin the snake first." Her grin is all fangs as she licks her lips. "Good eats too."<br/><br/>Sophia and Telamon heading up to the top of the spire drew a confused from from her but with a shrug she moved onto helping the others setup the camp. At first Sophia's return and conversation is ignored although the mention of using the tall spire as a lookout drew a shudder from her. Teeth brush her lips at the mention of watch before she slowly shrugs. "Think we'll be good for now. At least a day or two without hunting as we explore shouldn't hurt." Her head tilts and a glow briefly lights up her eyes as she looks up at Sophia. "Dark doesn't hide things from me so I'll take the dead watch.<br/><br/>She pauses again before letting her gaze focus on Silvy. "Hypogrufs? We don't have a wagon. So would odd horse actually help?"<br/><br/>A voice she didn't recognize sounding out from behind them has her eyes widening, flesh growing grey-green even as she spins around. Muscles tense as she crouches, sand spraying around her feet even as scales crawl across her flesh. Her arms come up almost shoulder high, fingers curling like claws while her jaw stretches into a fang filled snout. When the newcomers words finally register as well as the girl's shock at Telamon she pauses, crouching form tense as she balances on the balls of her feet. Slowly her head tilts, slit eyes focusing on the dress clad form.<strong>"WHO are YOU?</strong>A rumble echoes through her voice even as her snout distorts and draws out her question.<strong>"Telamon is OUR friend."</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>[/quote]