<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3b/eb/b2/3bebb2528c155753815869678827c79e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Name: Uxía (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311048.msg15097024#msg15097024)<br/>Location: Caravan<br/>HP: 41<br/>AC: 17; T: 17; FF: 11; CMD: 15; CMB: +2; Base ATK: +3<br/>Fort: +4; Ref: +7; Will: +9<br/>Perception: +0; Initiative: +9<br/>STR: 8; DEX: 16, CON: 16; INT: 13; WIS: 16; CHA: 22<br/><em>Psychic Strike</em> - 8/9; <em>1st Lvl Spells</em> - 6/7<br/></span><hr/>The explosion didn't affect her, bodily or otherwise. The reasons possible could be limited to two: she is either massively uncoordinated with her body, explaining the blank and muted expressions and the seldom frequency in which they appear, or she's confident in<em>HER</em>protection. It's likely both reasons. "<em>We </em>would keep it alive," Uxía states ominously as the dagger she'd wielded is lowered to be level with her thigh. It was no longer needed and the threat of an attack is no longer imminent.<br/><br/>Keeping herself out of earshot of the 'creature', she leads her companions aside while Bear holds the fort down, in a manner of speaking. "Let it wriggle free. Let it scamper back to its master. Let the shadow follow it," her eyes jerk toward Ian, though her face remains pointed directly ahead, "and it will work for us." She blinks, then blinks again before stating firmly, "Unwittingly."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Saves</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex Save:</strong>Uxia (uid: 69274) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140557)<br/><strong>Fortitude Save:</strong>Uxia (uid: 69274) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140558)</div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>