<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TZLHXJX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rishi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311048.msg15089377#msg15089377)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Caravan<br/><strong>HP:</strong>37/44<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20;<strong>T:</strong>14;<strong>FF:</strong>16;<strong>CMD:</strong>24 (+3 vs. DT)<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+6;<strong>Ref:</strong>+7;<strong>Will:</strong>+3<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+10 [Darkvision 60 ft];<strong>Initiative:</strong>+5 (Group Initiative 15)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Prone -> Standing<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Saves</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reflex Save:  At 2019-10-11 21:07:38, Re Z L - Rishi (uid: 39480) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140383)<br/>Fortitude Save:  At 2019-10-15 18:29:40, Re Z L - Rishi (uid: 39480) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140534)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Rishi's failed blow threw her more off-balance than she had originally expected.  Her weight carried her forward towards the group of strange enemies.  She moved to catch herself, moving her buckler to cushion her fall, though the sharp obsidian blade of one of the creatures was near enough to accidentally slice along the straps at her shoulder, causing her armor to fall half-open as she fell down, much of the rest of her armor already showing some other minor wear from the previous slew of attacks.  "Oof," she grunted aloud, though the sound was soon followed by a strange groan--either pain or pleasure it was hard to tell--after Uxia touched her with the holy power of whatever odd divinity had gifted her with its power.<br/><br/>"Th-thanks," she grunted out, both to Uxia and Ian who both seemed closest to her for now.<br/><br/>Rishi glanced around briefly, gauging the remaining few that were within striking distance, her attention quickly shifting to the one that suddenly exploded after it died, releasing a strange cloud of smoky gas.  It had a horrific smell to it, but Rishi was largely unaffected.  Perhaps to use that as a momentary distraction, she rose up to her feet, preparing for whatever opportune strikes she might suffer from the miniature assailants.  She heard Arty shouting something about their enemies, but she didn't really understand, not that she had any means of doing anything about it anyway.<br/><br/>Having noticed that her attacks weren't quite landing as well as she would have liked, she instead lashed out at the nearest enemy to clap the enemies head to disorient them, however briefly.  It was around that time that the front part of her armor had fallen completely open, leaving her bare-chested.  She hardly cared, she'd fought in the Arena to a horde of spectators in a similar fashion, but the flopping armor was a nuisance for now.<br/><br/>"We wanna catch one alive?" she asked the rest of the group, perhaps naively.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">(Round 2)  Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move action:  Stand up from prone (provoke's attacks of opportunity)<br/>Standard Action:  Dirty Trick combat maneuver<br/><br/>Combat Maneuver Roll:  At 2019-10-15 19:01:57, Re Z L - Rishi (uid: 39480) rolls: 1d20a14 Result: 28 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140535)<br/>Applying:  Deafened + Sickened for 1 round plus 1 round per 5 points the maneuver roll exceeds their CMD.<br/></div></div>