<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QfWIkut.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Girl / Slimeling<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 15     <strong>Constitution:</strong> 16   <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 9<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8 <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 13        <strong>Charisma:</strong> 12</div></div><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Aha, I found it!"</strong>Morgan exclaimed happily as her form shifted back into that of an excitable slimegirl pumping her first into the air in victory... riiiight before the statue suddenly fell and trapped her in the hole of her own making.<strong>Eeeeek! Get me outta here!"</strong><br/><br/>She whined, stretching one hand out of the small hole, then... slowly stretching out more... Quickly, she slurped back under the statue, though. Slightly less panic then, she could escape! So instead, she flipped open the thankfully unlocked chest, eager to grab something that'd make those bandits think twice about harassing anyone here. Maybe a good thick whacking club! The variety of weapons that were instead revealed made her eyes gleam. She had no idea what the dragon figurine was for - maybe the actual Dragonewt in the group would know - but the other weapons were all easy enough to get. In her haste to get equipped, Morgan didn't even realize that she was seeing all the weapons perfectly well in the darkness under the statue. Just as she was about to wonder if she could somehow get the weapons out of the hole in time to matter, though, a rumbling went through the air...<br/><br/>Half of Morgan's head easily squeezed through the small hole, glancing upwards, and then quickly retreated back inside! What a massive, terrifying storm! Diabelle's work, surely, from what Morgan had heard muffled by the statue... She quickly cowered over the chest as the statue began to rumble, shake, and was suddenly removed from the hole. Surging out of it, Morgan was holding the bone javelin in her hand, shaking it to the side and suddenly extending it into a full spear! Sure, she wasn't really a druid's apprentice anymore, but this felt still better than using a metal weapon.<strong>"I could kiss you right now, Diabelle!"</strong>She called back to the exhausted mage, waving with the spear over her head and a big, goofy smile on her lime-green face, before turning to face the approaching enemies, gripping the spear in two gooey hands.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright girls, we've got a claw glove, two throwing hatchets,  a shield with a dragon's eye jewel, and... uh... an obsidian dragon carving. Go snatch something if you need it!"</strong>She called over to the other girls, hoping whatever power kept their approaching enemies from seeing them all clearly would mean they'd end up utterly unprepared for getting stabbed at by a slimegirl. Then again, most people were always unprepared for sudden slimegirl stabbings.