<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v229/EdgeH2oWonder/9f6bbffc-0fb6-49f4-b73c-9c91cd8f7e3a_zpsk6z7aetq.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Vendi</span></span><br/>Fighter/Ranger, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1617438).<br/><em>The flirtatious beauty known for bankrolling adventures, but only if she gets to come! <br/>Ignore the gossip surrounding the </em>last<em> group of heroes to go on a quest with her - they are greatly exaggerated!</em><br/>Post: 7<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The elf used her spear as a make-shift walking stick over the rubble-strewn ground to keep herself steady. She was a little sore -<strong>Mouser's</strong>earlier assault had been a pleasant, but demanding encounter. She thought her armor may have chafed her breasts from the vigor of it all.<br/><br/>When the<strong>trio</strong>came to the face of the broken staircase, she looked upwards and gave a confident smile. That wasn't too high! She had scaled higher walls to sneak into bedroom windows. She grabbed a piece of protruding stone and gave an experimental tug. Seemed good. She set the spear to grab another handful of rock. It fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. Feeling confident, she gave it a little tug, putting her weight down on it. The rubble broke off the stair case in a clean break. She looked at the debris in her hand and then to<strong>Damira</strong>and<strong>Mouser</strong>to give an embarrassed smile.<br/><br/>Rolled 11. Needed 15.