<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/518266216150990888/857469761851621386/B0AA8E2A-7214-40B8-A386-5FB3E2FE2DA6.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Irtula (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2470358)</strong><br/></span><hr/><em>Rogue 5</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50<strong>AC:</strong>22<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+8<br/><hr/>Irtula had to say that this fortress they'd been led to by Gwendolyn was certainly impressive, though unfortunately it was already occupied, if the creepy old man that was obviously insane was anything to go by.  A demi-lich... oh, that was going to be troublesome, if what she'd heard about liches could be applied here, anyway.  Which, admittedly, wasn't much, but still.<br/><br/>"Shall I kill the old man?"  She whispered to Gwendolyn, having sidled up beside her to speak into her ear so the old one wouldn't overhear.  "He is noisy and his voice grates, so I'd be happy to slit his throat."  She resisted the urge to press against their leader's side, the vishkanya far too used to using her feminine wiles in an effort to persuade people.  Not only would Gwendolyn's armor make such a gesture pointless, she had no idea if the woman would even be interested.  She was a tough one to read after all.  "You need only say the word."<br/>