<div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/sorceresssmall.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Shirin</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+1<br/><br/>Lv 0: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic<br/>Lv 1: Color Spray, Grease</div></div><hr/><br/>Shirin can imagine dictating her report in her head now.<em>Wealday, 29 Abadius, 4717 AR. Sebastian has procured us a wagon to bring back our rotting corpses in the event of failure. Vannalys has made collars for all of us. She and Faolan cannot agree on whether whipping the captured gillmen on their sexual organs counts as a 'combat use' of a whip.</em>When she walking into the room she could have sworn, the musketeer's strange pike was the oddest thing in their little company. Now, however...<br/><br/>With a wry smile she takes Faolan's graciously proffered arm and walks out with him like a highborn lady with her consort, favoring him with a demure smile.<br/><br/>