<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/sorceresssmall.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Shirin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1170703)</span><br/><strong>Human Sorcerer 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 12/12<br/>AC: 12 (flat-footed 10)<br/>CMD: 11 (flat-footed 9)<br/>Init: 4<br/>Saves: Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 2<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 3<br/><br/>Lv 0: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic<br/>Lv 1: Color Spray, Grease</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Shirin was not especially squeamish. Indeed, she prided herself on not behaving the way some highborn ladies were compelled to shriek and run for cover like headless chickens upon the sight of half a cockroach. She was a sorceress of the Rashidun line and her mother and her mother's mother had squashed upstart bandit lords and cockroaches alike under stiletto heels. However, you tell me one wouldn't begin screaming upon being set upon by a tide of skittering, hairy spiders, especially if they started attempting to crawl under clothing and into goddess knows where.<br/><br/>In light of these circumstances Shirin's response might be considered mild. "No! Help!" She exclaims, stamping her feet rapidly to try and squash as many of the little things as she can while flailing her limbs to shake them off her. Within a moment the sorceress shrieks and vanishes under a tide of arachnids. When the remnants of the swarm scatter before the flames of the torch it is to reveal Shirin sitting on the ground, knees together and feet apart on either side of her, arms crossed over her torso and her eyes screwed shut. Her flimsy costume is in complete disarray from her attempts to brush the creatures off her: the halter of her bikini top has come undone and slipped down on the left side to reveal one luscious, teardrop-shaped breast, while her loincloth has slipped down her hips to reveal the red silken thong she wears beneath, molded snugly against her nether parts.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she says at Faolan's questioning, tentatively opening one eye. She allows the priest to brush the remaining spiders off her bare shoulders and back. A shudder passes through her as healing energy pours into her body, allowing her to stand and make herself decent again, re-tying her bikini top and tugging her loincloth back into place. She smiled amiably at Vannalys' wink but her sudden flush of color revealed her true thoughts at being caught in this state of undress.<br/><br/>"Indeed," she said in a most dignified and pleasant tone, rising calmly to her feet and shaking her gossamer cape to rid it of the two remaining spiders. "We might have been better readied for our adventure. In the absence of precognition or prophecy, perhaps Miss Janira could better advise ourselves on how we could have made more adequate arrangements, especially since we are now a day's travel from Absalom and it is too late by far to remedy the situation." Shirin refrained from also proposing that upon next facing mortal danger, they ought to begin by tossing Janira in, face first, since she was evidently so well prepared for every occurrence as a seasoned Pathfinder ought to be. Instead she merely packs up her flint and tinder.<br/><br/><strong>OOC</strong><br/>As the nauseated lasts only a round and Faolan healed Shirin, she is back at full and in normal condition again. :D