<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<br/><br/>Tossing the cricket is a simple matter for the sorceress who wasn't about to make the mistake of underestimating a boar.  Her uncle Robert had been gored by such a beast on a hunting trip, and he'd been a formidable man and one of the few relatives she had actually liked.  She was a mere magical practitioner, and dragon blooded or not, she wasn't about to take a foolish chance.  So she didn't think twice about tossing the insect towards the bard before beginning to circle around the wild beast so that she was on its right flank while taking several quick steps away from it at the same time.  Moving about thirty feet diagonally, only then did Cassandra snap her right hand up and unleash the pent up cold and frost she'd been storing for this very occassion.<strong>"Choke on your own squeals!"</strong>She shouted, and while her insult lacked the magical oomph of Adelaide's vicious mockery, literally in her case, the sorceress still felt better as a thin line of freezing, pale blue light erupted from the palm of her pale hand.  Unfortunately, her foot stepped down on a loose bit of rock, and while she didn't trip and fall, her aim was thrown to the side at the apex of her spell leaving her hand, and it hit the nearby bushes instead of the boar itself.<strong>"Fuck!"</strong><br/><br/>Ray of Frost roll: 1d20a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105621)