<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Fb7e8e46b085aeb893d245ac3ee0151e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=232509.msg11459571#msg11459571)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Hit points:</strong> 33/33 <strong>Hit die:</strong> 5d8 <strong>Initiative:</strong> <br/><strong>Conditions:</strong> Infected with swamp disease (Rolled a 3)<br/><strong>Abilities:</strong> S1: 4/4  S2: 3/3  S3: 2/2  |  Hero Points: 1  |  Bardic Inspiration 4d8<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> Rapier, Diplomat's Pack, Horn, Lute, Leather Armor, Dagger, Favor of an admirer (Crimson necktie), Costume, Belt Pouch, Arcane Focus - Crystal, 5gp, a silver spoon with an M engraved on the handle, a scrap of cloth from an old banner</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Infected with swamp disease</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 1d6<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 3, <br/>Total: 3</div></div><br/>Before coming to Worldfall, Vix had never spent more than a week away from her village.  The homesickness gnawed at her mind like the vestiges of a horrible nightmare, begging to be forgotten so she could accept her fate, but Vix refused.  She knew Garn was waiting for her, and she just had to be patient.<br/><br/>Every day made that a little harder, though, and her cheerfulness seemed more and more like a mask to hide her feelings.  At the moment, carrying whatever horrible disease some mosquito had given her, she didn't even seem close to the normal, jovial Vix everyone knew and appreciated.  An hour ago the precious food had purged itself from her poor tummy, and she lay quiet and nearly helpless in the boat.<br/><br/>More than anything, she wanted one of Garn's patented footrubs and for him to tell her that everything was all right.  A few times she'd even reached for her boots, absent-mindedly about to slip them off as if expecting someone else to carry out his duties and make her feel better.<br/><br/>Even though she noticed the goings-on, she wasn't all that responsive.  However, her teammates knew that she'd stand and be ready to fight as soon as it was necessary.