<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/44/56/05/44560515eeda356c8383133ffb8263eb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Lissbet</span></span><br/>Human Antipaladin (Dread Vanguard/Tyrant)/Cleric(Undead Lord), 12 HP, AC 10, FATIGUED Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1672533).<br/><em>Ex-death cultist, maybe? Crazy. Stick your dick in the crazy at your own risk. Likes pain and chain.</em><br/><br/>Location: The Prison Hall<br/>Tagging: Tym<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">As a standard action, Liz tosses the sheathed kukri towards Tym (not to, not at, just into that 5x5). Move action walk E, NE, E, E, drawing the longsword as she moves. Free action to speak, <em>“Let’s move!”</em></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Straightening, Lissbet strips the sheathed kukri from the soldier’s belt, and glances towards the goblin closest to the cell door to the southeast. The hellish canine came from there, she’s near sure of it. She gives the sheathed weapon a lazy toss, sending it skidding across the floor to spin to a stop against the bars in front of Tym. Ahji has the key to the cell, so that’s taken care of.<br/><br/>She turns back towards the intersection of the prison’s corridors, slim brows rising in slight distaste at the spectacle of the goblin’s slow throttling of Warden Hux.  She steps past them and stops just shy of the door, pressing against the wall beside it for what little shelter that might offer from bolts. “Let’s move!” she rasps.