<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ambrosia "Amber" My'thrail</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=964372)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/551fe4091ec7a0d38d67c330aca146ac_zps374ec319.jpg)</div><br/><em>Amber sucked in a long breath as she saw... another mite appear.  She turned her head to one side and spit rather unceremoniously at its appearance.  So it was a mite on a bug, what was there to get her proverbial panties up in a knot about?<br/><br/>As Iradir poked her lightly and then pointed up towards the slight stream of rubble falling from one of the areas of the ceiling.  She nodded slightly, moving well away from the location and raising one of her long, delicate hands to her face, her fingers warming to an orange glow while she sat, waiting for the creature to re-emerge...</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move to E1<br/>Ready an attack against the centipede if it reappears<br/>Queued attack if it appears: At 2014-08-09 00:03:36, Amber (uid: 49010) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62675)<br/>Queued damage if it appears:  At 2014-08-09 00:03:54, Amber (uid: 49010) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62676)</div></div>