The Academy/Woods/Spring
Late Fall/Afternoon
Round 0
Asherah hurried into the priest’s cabin as they avoided the storm. She sat at the window, watching the rain and the lightening among the flowers as she listened to the old priest explain what was happening and Quentin introduce the pixie.
“Thank you, kind priest,” Asherah said with a slight bow as she took the vial of sap from him. She tucked it away safely in her bag and wished she had a change of clothes. Her fine sari was rather ruined.
The others seemed eager to continue on, even if it meant camping in the open, so she gathered her things again, tried to right what she could of her sari, and gathered a few of the flowers for later. They smelled nice, and she slipped one into her hair, the rest pressed carefully in her bag.
“If we are going, let us go,” she said. “Though perhaps we should consider what we are going to eat or sleep on out there,” she reminded the others. “I have no food or bedroll or anything. Perhaps staying here the night would be better.”
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HP: 6/6
AC: 12
Unarmed: +1 1 B
Claws: +1 1d4 S
Flametongue Spear: +1 1d6/d8+1/P+1d6 fire 20/60
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