<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ujZxFTS.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, girl's uniform, armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>woods<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>everyone<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>6(8)/8 (non lethal: 4) -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>1/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>6/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>+1 Caster Level at 1/2 spell points, +2 temp hp (1 hr.)<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>As they made their way back to the mill Ophelia used some of her weaker healing magic to temporarily patch up Ceri and Morgan. It wouldn't hold forever, but hopefully they'd have enough time to get in, grab the blacksmith, and get back out again before it wore off. Ophelia couldn't help but grimace as they stepped back through the rose garden, perhaps still a bit traumatized by the massive onslaught of bots, "Well, to be fair that isn't all their blood..." she murmured, a good deal of the party's own blood staining the ground from the wounds they received. When Ceri asked for someone to move up with her Ophelia instinctively back up behind Ana. It may have seemed cowardly, but the necromancer was in no position to leap into danger right now.