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<blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 7644513" data-attributes="member: 23484">The constriction around her exposed throat loosens, and as the vine falls away, Miss Imogen feels the slight resistance as the foliage falls away. The neck is swollen, and though she can't see it, the red marks are lacerations that will not heal easily. She reaches for her bow, beside her, beneath a large green-yellow leaf. She wants to vomit, and as she pulls herself to her feet, bracing herself with he bow, her head is spinning. The vine is lifeless, but truth be told, she fears it, and still feels its cruel embrace. Her quiver, swinging from her belt, falls naturally against the folds of her skirt. There's blood on it, and for a moment she wonders whose it is. It doesn't occur to her that her legs are bleeding too. She's trained for this. Pull an arrow. Knock the arrow. Draw the string. Raise the bow. Aim... aimaimaimaim. There's the vine, which is not moving but might be playing dead. There's a boat approaching. She can barely focus on the creatures inside, but it looks like there's three of them. Not human. Hostile? She fires, firing towards the muck creature Rodrigo is fighting. It's closer.[ooc]Okay, I think the last shot was in post 1521.Move: stand. 15' left she backs away to get a clear shot.Bonus Action: Fighting spirit: +5 THP (3+5), advantage for the following attack. (1 use left)Action: bow with sharpshooter, at the shambling mound.* to hit: better of [roll0] and [roll1].* damage: [roll2] piercing if a hit.Thanks, everyone.[/ooc]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kobold Stew, post: 7644513, member: 23484"] The constriction around her exposed throat loosens, and as the vine falls away, Miss Imogen feels the slight resistance as the foliage falls away. The neck is swollen, and though she can't see it, the red marks are lacerations that will not heal easily. She reaches for her bow, beside her, beneath a large green-yellow leaf. She wants to vomit, and as she pulls herself to her feet, bracing herself with he bow, her head is spinning. The vine is lifeless, but truth be told, she fears it, and still feels its cruel embrace. Her quiver, swinging from her belt, falls naturally against the folds of her skirt. There's blood on it, and for a moment she wonders whose it is. It doesn't occur to her that her legs are bleeding too. She's trained for this. Pull an arrow. Knock the arrow. Draw the string. Raise the bow. Aim... aimaimaimaim. There's the vine, which is not moving but might be playing dead. There's a boat approaching. She can barely focus on the creatures inside, but it looks like there's three of them. Not human. Hostile? She fires, firing towards the muck creature Rodrigo is fighting. It's closer. [ooc]Okay, I think the last shot was in post 1521. Move: stand. 15' left she backs away to get a clear shot. Bonus Action: Fighting spirit: +5 THP (3+5), advantage for the following attack. (1 use left) Action: bow with sharpshooter, at the shambling mound. * to hit: better of [roll0] and [roll1]. * damage: [roll2] piercing if a hit. Thanks, everyone.[/ooc] [/QUOTE]

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