<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/a2/1d/76/a21d76248c6c02d451b05a74fa34b648--character-art-character-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ria Templeborn </span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825659)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Initiative Check<br/>Result: 8, <br/>Total: 10</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She seldom ventured out of the hamlet by herself, usually, it to accompany Mishalla to find herbs or for one of her classes. She felt a little safer with everyone, but she decided that walking around in the wilderness was not really her thing. Already there was dirt and bugs and that horrible itch behind her neck. She tried her best not to mention or complain although she wanted to so much. She needed a bath. Yes, a good long bath. She took the time getting to reacquaint herself with the girls, especially Bellantha, Jilly and Iona. At first, she did not remember Iona, but she slowly did. It was good to catch up. She also wondered what happened to Claire, hopefully, none of the residents of the hamlet decided to take action on their thoughts. They were practically murderous, not that she really blamed them of course, but ...it was being lost in those thoughts that cause her to nearly stumble when she heard Bellantha hiss.Orcs?