<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/AngelHarlot.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Doxie (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2477297)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Female Aasimar Oracle/Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>46<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>Celestial Obedience<br/><hr/><br/>As the ship rolled unexpectedly to starboard, Doxie wrapped her hand into the fallen rigging near Curva, giving her a grin as she kept herself from sliding across the deck. Seeing her cut herself free of her bindings gave her a fresh burst of hope that they would get through this.<br/><br/>The revelation that undead ships - and more than one of them - were converging on them made her heart sink again, though. How could they possibly get out of this one? No living pirate captain to seduce, no chance that their one ship could prevail in a naval battle... things seemed dire.<br/><br/><em>No. Arshea wouldn't have sent me here to die. They have a plan for me, and I'm going to see it through.</em><br/><br/>Doxie laughed again - not the blithe giggle of a confused stray, but the confident laughter of a soldier who knew she would live through this battle and more. She hauled herself up onto her hands and knees and started crossing the deck towards the boats. There might just be a way out of here after all, for her and her band.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>Cackle to keep the Fortune hex going on Curva and Katarina, then move towards the boats.<br/>