<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/a2/1d/76/a21d76248c6c02d451b05a74fa34b648--character-art-character-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ria Templeborn </span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825659)<strong>HP:</strong>6<strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><strong>Status Effects:</strong><br/><br/>Shuddering as she opens her eyes, she tried to get up but could not. Confused she tried to make sense of it all, then remembered sort of what had happened. She continued to feel that lingering magick that surrounded her as she hugs Iona. Her throat felt sore, at least to her mind. Unsure as to whether to trust her voice, she hugs herself and feels herself shudder once more, this time in pleasure as she feels healing energy pour forth from ther. "Thank you, everyone, let's try not to let that happen again, shall we? Although healed completely, she felt drained. Thankfully it was the last of her watch as she lay down. She was tired, sure, but she felt a little less safe. She had never really nearly died before. Exhausted, she soon fell asleep.<br/><br/>Awakening suddenly, she got up and looked around. It was still a little early, at least it felt like it. Getting up, she walked out of her tent. Somehow she seems to have gotten out of her leathers. Either she removed them herself or someone else did. She was not too sure. Barely dressed, towel in hand, she nods to her friends on the last shift as she walks over to the stream. Still, in a daze, she starts to wash. It was about this time that she felt tears roll down her eyes and thoughts of regret fill her mind. She did not even notice Bellantha coming until she was almost on top of her. Jumping a little, she quickly wipes her eyes and smiles at her friend. "Good Morning to you. I'm finishing up." Smiling, she got up and stretching, letting the morning sun catch her red hair. Heading back to camp, she brushes her fingers past Bellantha's back, letting her fingers linger a little reassuringly.<br/><br/>Reaching camp, she starts to pack up. This time faster than setting up the day before. Quickly having a bit of her rations, she nods her head to Bellantha as she returns, winking at her mischievous as she replies "Yes, as far as we can. Hate wolves...."<br/><br/><br/><strong>OOC: Positive Energy 4 plus 3 from her seductive channel - Iona, up to you if you want to take the penalties :) </strong>