<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>Non Lethal</strong>4 -<strong>AC</strong>23, touch 15, flat-footed 18 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 0/4 lv.2: 0/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  Crown of Swords uses: 6/10<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Healing Peri: 9 hp<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">burrowed items</div><div class="spoiler_body">Misc- Masterwork rapier, magic kukiri<br/><br/>N'dara- thieves tools, skeleton keys, pearl of power, acid, alchemist fire, tanglefoot bag, thunder stone, grappling hook</div></div><hr/><br/>Victoria's malicious intent was curbed slightly when she saw Trish drop to the floor, "Trish?" she asked, hurrying to the drow's side, kneeling beside her, brows furrowed with concern, "It's happening again? I suppose it was wishful thinking to assume these curses would vanish with the warden's demise..." she murmured, reaching down to take Trish's hand, the one not clawing at her own breast, and squeeze it supportively, "Is there anything I can do for yo-"<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">B A M</div><br/><br/>Victoria is cut off by the sudden boom of the explosive runes going off, turning back just in time to see Periwinkle's diminutive form flung across the room like a rag doll, "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, leaving Trish's side for the moment to deal with the more vital situation, "What happened?" she asked, carefully running a hand up and down Peri's body, checking them over for any serious wounds, "See? This is what happens when you mess around with your foul magics. And as always your kind are more than happy to let someone else suffer the consequences for it" Victoria said to N'dara, who didn't seem to skip a beat digging right into the spellbook. With a shake of her head she looked down at Peri, then over to Trish. The dark elf wasn't in a prime position to provide healing herself, so Victoria decided to use her own comparatively limited ability to patch them up. Whispering a quick prayer she caressed the tiny rogue with a glowing palm, though it wasn't enough to fully seal their wounds.