<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/1258315414018.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Amelia Schoenberg</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>7<strong>AC:</strong>12<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>11<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Nervous<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626748)<hr/>As the call was sounded warning the group of the outlaws' immenant arrival, Amelia took shelter behind the stable. The woman closed her eyes momentarily and whispered an almost silent prayer to herself in the hopes that some god would answer is and ensure the safety of herself, her companions and the couple whose troubles they were trying to remove.<br/><br/>With that done with, her focus was on the entrance and the entrance alone, staring at it intently as the sound of her own hearbeat within her chest echoed in her ears.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>At 2013-08-18 02:29:54, Amelia (uid: 2076) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=49273)