Myth and Legend
First Post
Abrielle hissed again, the lush lips of the Elven girl now curdling with pain. She could feel her shoulder pulsing with her heartbeat, and the warm blood tickling down and wetting her green dress. She still managed to swing her longsword as the bat flew by her however.
Her undershirt, now torn on both shoulders and soaked in blood, had become useless, and her breasts were partially exposed due to the tears in her dress. "This is absurd! I have to let the men finish this fight, and keep myself from losing consciousness again." Abby grabbed one of her healing potions, tucked away in her backpack, and drank it down. She then raised her weapon in a defensive stance and focused her effort in keeping herself alive.
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Abrielle, HP: 1/5 AC: 15 Fort: -1 Ref: +4 Will -1
AOO: 13+1=14, DMG: 7+1=8
Abrielle drinks one of her Potions of Cure Light Wounds, than uses Total Defense.
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Her undershirt, now torn on both shoulders and soaked in blood, had become useless, and her breasts were partially exposed due to the tears in her dress. "This is absurd! I have to let the men finish this fight, and keep myself from losing consciousness again." Abby grabbed one of her healing potions, tucked away in her backpack, and drank it down. She then raised her weapon in a defensive stance and focused her effort in keeping herself alive.
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Abrielle, HP: 1/5 AC: 15 Fort: -1 Ref: +4 Will -1
AOO: 13+1=14, DMG: 7+1=8
Abrielle drinks one of her Potions of Cure Light Wounds, than uses Total Defense.
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