<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/d4baef5245f6fdb864909aaa170fab2a_zpsrnn51to8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ishtar</span></span><br/>Slyph Wizard (Wind Listener) / Fighter (Lore Warden), 14 HP, AC 16, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1618236).<br/>Mage Armor (AC 19, touch 15, flat-footed 14, +2 AC vs non-magical ranged attacks)<br/><em>Curious to a fault. Can never resist the opportunity to uncover a secret or mystery.</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As she impatiently dances along behind the two mounted members of the party, Shaninera notices Ishtar's attention focused on her twirling polearm. She stops it a moment, leaning in close to the sylph (in fact, all but leaning up against the sylph, easily close enough for her natural body warmth to be felt), “I know what you're thinking,” she whispers breathily. “'Wow, hers is as big as mine, even if it isn't quite as pretty, I wonder if she handles it the same way.' Maybe you'll have a chance to find out, later.” The barbaric-looking elf grins teasingly, then freezes as a goblin appears near the top of the cliff.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>While Ishtar felt Shaninera's body warmth, the barbarian in turn would feel the winds dancing around the slyph like playful sprites of their own minds, tossing her red hair naughtily back in her own face. Ishtar bit her lip, lost for words, then took out a ceremonial pommel, inscribed with sutras, and screwed it onto the base of her own shaft. She stood the polearm on end, and lo and behold! its tip stood a few inches higher than Shaninera's.<br/><br/>"It's not the size that matters, it's how you use it..." Ishtar grinned, going in for the kill, "...said the small one."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Playing the waiting game.