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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2215151" data-attributes="member: 4550">Chapter One, Part TwoAbrina pressed forward to the mouth of the mist-shrouded alley, wherein she saw three figures assaulting a fourth, who lay face-down on the wet cobblestones.  One of the attackers lifted the victim by the hood of his cloak and thrust him against a wall as another growled, “Stay away from the orphanage, you got that?”She should have left, should have stayed out of it.  She was a stranger in this city, and therefore should not concern herself with its inhabitants.  They weren’t her province, not her responsibility.  Yet, Abrina could not stand by.  She did not know what orphanage the attacker spoke of or why the man on the ground would visit it, but she would not allow him to be beaten in a dark, wet alley.  Abrina stepped into the alley.“Let go of him,” she called, her voice strong, overcoming the brief gusts of wind and the light pelting of rain.  She raised her spear.  “Let him go.”One of the attackers dropped the man and turned to face her.  Abrina sucked in her breath as she recognized the face of the attacker.  A painted face, half black and half white, twisted into a harlequin’s grinning visage.  But no, this wasn’t the same face as her own attacker.  This was a man, and taller.  But the paint she recognized.“Bugger off!” the man said with a growl.  He reached to his side and drew his sword from its scabbard as the other two did the same.  Abrina kept her spear raised menacingly, but did not advance.  The bruised and battered young man forced himself to stand and stumbled toward Abrina.  He was human, and young, with sunken eyes and scraggly hair that clung to his scalp in the rain.As he reached her, Abrina whispered to the young man, “Are you okay?  Did they take anything from you?”He shook his head, still taking deep, ragged breaths as he clutched his stomach.  Abrina patted him lightly on the shoulder and slowly turned to face the three men again.  As she glared, a fourth appeared from the opposite side of the alley, joining his fellows with sword unsheathed.Abrina met the eyes of each, in turn, and slowly lowered her spear.  It was folly, she knew, but these men had some connection to the woman that attacked her at the inn.  She bowed her head, as if in sadness or defeat, and sensed the four men relaxing their stance.Silently, with eyes closed, Abrina prayed to Ninurta to grant her strength.She opened her eyes to find the four standing open-mouthed, now looking up at her.  She now stood an imposing eleven feet tall, towering over the attackers.  At her side, she heard the young man reciting whispered words, and as he finished she felt the enveloping, familiar touch of a god.  She darted a quizzical glance at him, and he only smiled as he pulled out a mace she had not noticed before from his belt and began another prayer.The four had regained their senses, realizing there were four of them, and still only one of her, despite her size.  They charged, their swords held aloft, and Abrina clutched her spear, prepared to meet them. OOC: Abrina cast enlarge on herself, and the young cleric cast bless on Abrina and himself.  Abrina readied her spear to accept a charge from the attackers. Abrina – AC: 16 (+0 Dex, +5 chainmail, +2 heavy wooden shield, -1 size) Attack: +5 (+1 morale [bless], +1 masterwork, +4 Str, -1 size) Damage: 1d8+6 / x3 (+4 Str x 1.5) </blockquote>

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