<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/6a/22/c66a226c21f1ef1cd8dd0cc695e29993.jpg)</div>Karyna Wysselgrove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1957691)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10 |<strong>AC:</strong>|<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort:</em>4,<em>Ref:</em>3,<em>Will:</em>6<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+6 |<strong>Active effects / conditons:</strong>|<br/><hr/>Karyna had gotten up first thing at dawn, to greet the sun, and conduct a small ritual; poor Svetlana might have been shocked by the totally nude ginger halfling painted in odd swirls, weaves, and dots crossing the yard, or maybe she would admire; who knows? Either way, Karyna<em>was</em>fully dressed when the others were up, and wore her studded leather armor beneath the wool and rabbit fur coat she had. it made her look pudgy, but maybe it would work as a disguise, at least until their foes got close.<br/><br/>As the morning wore on, she attached herself to Oleg, helping him with morning routines; the point was to appear natural, after all, rather than just standing there like a lone hero volunteering for target practice. When the bandits finally arrived, she looked up at Oleg - or at least at that melon he called a chin, since she was short - and murmured, "Trust us, all will be fine."<br/><br/>when the ambush was spotted, she brushed a hand across her own face, painting three streaks of black charcoal over her eyes, nose, and cheeks. It was time for a battle. Despite the barbarous look she bore now, her heart was pounding; she'd actually never fought other<em>people</em>before!<br/><br/><strong>[Initiative:</strong>At 2019-08-10 01:46:55, Karyna (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138512)<br/>