<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QfWIkut.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Girl / Slimeling<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26<br/><strong>EXP:</strong>1/7<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 16(15)     <strong>Constitution:</strong> 17(16)   <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 9<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8 <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 13        <strong>Charisma:</strong> 12</div></div><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Hack and Slash! At 2022-03-30 05:09:10, Morgan Typhoon (uid: 66213) rolls: 2d6k2a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158773) (Note to roll any incoming damage twice and take the lower result, from one of the Slimeling's passive moves)<br/><br/>Damage to Dofrak: At 2022-03-30 05:12:36, Morgan Typhoon (uid: 66213) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158774)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Really? Dofrak the Beheader? What, did your mom pick out your nickname for you?"</strong>Morgan suddenly taunted with surprising viciousness, easily weaving away from the axe-man's first assault when he hadn't seen her coming - twirling her spear in her hands to keep him back briefly, she made mental note to try - keyword being<em>try</em>- not to kill him, but she felt little mercy for those who'd pride themselves on their own ability to kill, especially when they had come with such obvious ill intent towards.<strong>"You're facing Morgan Typhoon, apprentice druid and kicker of your ass!"</strong><br/><br/>With that declaration, she gripped the spear again in a normal hold and lunged right for Dofrak, throwing defense to the wind perhaps a bit too eagerly. But she was a slime - what exactly was a normal axe going to do to her?! He might as well be trying to use a butter knife for all the good it'd go against the constitution and body of an ooze like her now, lacking entirely in vital organs or weakpoints. Trying to break Morgan's cohesion would be far more difficult than beheading her - even if this guy could, it wasn't like her head wasn't the exact same slime as the rest of her. The meal that had dissolved entirely into Morgan now was granting her strength, as was this body - she had never been weak, but right now, she felt like she could lift this barbarian up by his neck and toss him out of the sanctuary even without using the spear. But hey, she had the spear, so might as well impale him a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"You are not welcome in my sanctuary!"</strong>