<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  Traipsing through a forest in the middle of nowhere<br/>Time:  Late afternoon<br/>Wearing:  Now wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/d2/d1/79d2d13df7fbfedaaf75bb8146122709.jpg) plus red lacy undergarments and medium height dark brown leather traveler's boots.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Equipment<br/><br/>Belt with pouches<br/>2 sets of fine clothing plus undergarments<br/>a makeshift backpack<br/>a bedroll<br/>a mess kit<br/>a tinderbox<br/>ten torches<br/>ten days of rations<br/>waterskin<br/>fifty feet of hempen rope<br/><br/>Weapons<br/><br/>Two daggers<br/>a light crossobow with (20) bolts<br/>a quarterstaff<br/><br/>Spell components<br/><br/>4 moss<br/>1 cricket</div></div><br/>Tagging:  Adelaide and Wisp, soon to be the rest of the group<br/><br/>Pulling a dagger free, Cassandra grimaced uncomfortably since this was the first time she had ever cut into a still bleeding animal of any kind.  She'd been the type to nurse birds with broken wings when she was a child, not hunting them like her brothers had, but she didn't think about it further as the finely honed edge sank into the thick hide.  It surprisingly, at least in her opinion, doesn't take long for her to carve away a substantial chunk of the boar for their meals later.  As she works, she glances over her shoulder and asks,<strong>"Can someone lay out some leather to wrap this up with?  Surprisingly, I didn't think I'd need it myself.  Shows how much I know."</strong>She muttered the last, not entirely enjoying the feel of the beast's blood all over her hands as she begins to pull away the first of the bloody chunks free of its body.  Luckily she had a spell for that, but she focused more on completing her current job rather than her somewhat obsessive need for cleanliness.  Dirt and her had rarely gotten along before, and she doubted that would change anytime soon despite having died.<br/><br/>Once she had taken what she wanted, she'd stand, turn, and wave her free hand about before several little dust devils appeared around herself and Adelaide.<strong>"Don't worry, it's just a bit of Prestidigitation."</strong>She assured her as the blood and dirt of their venture disappeared, leaving them about as clean as they'd been when they had set off.  The knife too she had used also received the same treatment before she stuck it back into its sheath.  Once done, she'd give the area one last quick glance as they departed, although not before throwing a Ray of Frost towards the meat parcels she had taken the time to gather and sticking them into her backpack.<strong>"Really hope these don't melt before we rest later."</strong>Just because she<em>could</em>clean out her pack if it did get bloody didn't mean she wanted to.  Unfortunately, her quick look about the clearing revealed nothing further in terms of any of her required components, and she left the glade rather irritated in her own right.<br/><br/>(OOC:Survival roll: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105636)  For the boar meat.<br/>Medicine roll: 1d20a2 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105637)  For my plants which I still can't find.  If I get a case of poison ivy or something for the critical failure though, I wouldn't be surprised lol.)