<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xvgW7nh.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Stella Sweetspell</span></strong></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Human (F), Bard/Warmage<br/>AC: 14, HP: 7<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2468098)</span><br/><hr/>Just as Stella parted her lips to cheekily ask for any song requests, her focus shifted from the task at hand for just a moment. That brief distraction was enough for her to awkwardly grab the rope as amber eyes shifted to look up towards the light; the loose grip being more than enough to send her sliding down. Rather than a melodious tune, a brief girlish shriek escaped her as she frantically attempted to brace herself and tighten her grip once more.<br/><br/>The poor bard paused for just a moment as she caught her breath--quickly regaining her typical composure and clearing her throat a couple times. She...could still play this off right?<br/><br/><strong>"I'm fine, I'm fine. You guys worry too much."</strong>Stella jeered her companions playfully as she queeled the subtle shaking to her voice. With one sold shake from side to slide, she cleared her head and<em>much more carefully</em>proceeded down the rope as far she could; perhaps momentarily cowed by the results of her recklessness.<br/><br/><strong>"I managed to right myself before I hit the bottom. I'll let ya know when I reach the ground--preferably of my own volition."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DM's Delights</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stella's initiative is <span class="bbc_u"><strong>6</strong></span>.</div></div>