<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277371.msg13628396#msg13628396)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1368351)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path to the Restlands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maggs<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 11 / 11 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (T: 12, FF: 15) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +6</div></div><hr/><br/>Amanda stares in bewilderment at the rolling pin in her hands, still trying to make sense of where everything had gone so wrong.  She was supposed to be wading knee deep in glory...on her way out to deeper metaphorical waters to drown in it, certainly, but at least it would be a dignified sort of untimely death.  This was half farce and half plain terrible.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she tucked the pin into her belt and rejoined the others with the coffin.  She smiled weakly, trying to include Maggs - who, she suspected, was more inappropriate than badly intentioned.  "Well, I, um...got to see Lorry one last time, I guess?"  She adjusted her grip.  "And he got a another chance to fight off some bullies.  ...Sort of."<br/><br/>She thought for a few moments, then quietly added, "But...maybe lets not do that again?"