<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cKJQbXe.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><del>Evangeline Nowls</del> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2676221) Amelia Warrens</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/21<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 1/2<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The battle had ended, though her patron's influence over her body had not ceased, not quite yet, "Good girl. Your flesh shall be an excellent vessel indeed. Be sure to keep it in good condition for when I need to make use of it..." the entity spoke to Eva using her own mouth. Suddenly her body went slack again, a puppet whose strings were cut free, and she slumped against a wall, "ugh..." she grunted, feeling drained. However that was not the end of it, for it seemed her patron saw fit to reward her performance, "AAGH!" she cried out, trying to clutch at her head through her helmet. She writhed and whipped about, a searing pain centered in her eye as eldritch magic poured into her, like boiling water into a teacup. When it finally passed she had changed, her right eye glowing gold. She glanced around, and realized something had changed. The pitch black shadows of the cave that had impeded her before were now crystal clear to her, she could see everything...<br/><br/>Still huffing and panting, Eva made her way towards the front of the cave, overhearing the others meeting with a new person and talking about Gundren and Sildar, "Hufhh...this way..." she said, pointing to the western cavern where she had seen Sildar tied up, the goblins preparing to cook him before the party had sprung their ambush.