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Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Hiding in Shadows] :: Init. 9

"Vizta dovan, dovan vizta - "Dwarvish: "Brave stupid, stupid brave - " Neve muttered to herself as the lizard warrior squared up, ignoring sense and flame and fear in defense of a shaman who seemed eager to spend lives not her own.

Yeah.  She wasn't bitter.  Or projecting.  Sighing again, the thief eyed her pack, debating pulling and lobbing another flask of flaming oil for effect, clucked her tongue at the impulse.  By the time she had it lit and readied the warrior and the 'witch' would be toe to toe or worse and she doubted Foxgirl - Foxwish.  Valfaren.  Neve chided herself.  Names were important.  Use them. -  would much appreciate being lit on fire.   The crossbow was also ill suited to it, too much risk of a bolt in the back and one never lived THAT down.

Up close it had to be then.

Sighing, Neve Cast a glance up to the holy fool and the heretical cleric "Wordsworth, keep a bolt-eye on the shaman, would you?  Put an arrow in her if she looks to get clever.  Sister, Ivana's blessing on the hunt, I'll see you 'round the scale-kins backside." and then, unceremoniously threw herself forward and down into a crawling crouch in the muck and began to worm her way through the underbrush, trusting to the sound of combat and the silence spell to hide the squelch and rustle of her passage. 

She was going to have mud in places she didn't want to think about for WEEKS.

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Hiding in Shadows] :: Init. 9

"Vizta dovan, dovan vizta - "Dwarvish: "Brave stupid, stupid brave - " Neve muttered to herself as the lizard warrior squared up, ignoring sense and flame and fear in defense of a shaman who seemed eager to spend lives not her own.

Yeah.  She wasn't bitter.  Or projecting.  Sighing again, the thief eyed her pack, debating pulling and lobbing another flask of flaming oil for effect, clucked her tongue at the impulse.  By the time she had it lit and readied the warrior and the 'witch' would be toe to toe or worse and she doubted Foxgirl - Foxwish.  Valfaren.  Neve chided herself.  Names were important.  Use them. -  would much appreciate being lit on fire.   The crossbow was also ill suited to it, too much risk of a bolt in the back and one never lived THAT down.

Up close it had to be then.

Sighing, Neve Cast a glance up to the holy fool and the heretical cleric "Wordsworth, keep a bolt-eye on the shaman, would you?  Put an arrow in her if she looks to get clever.  Sister, Ivana's blessing on the hunt, I'll see you round the scale-kins backside." and then, unceremoniously threw herself forward and down into a crawling crouch in the muck and began to worm her way through the underbrush, trusting to the sound of combat and the silence spell to hide the squelch and rustle of her passage. 

She was going to have mud in places she didn't want to think about for WEEKS.

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Hiding in Shadows] :: Init. 9

"Vizta dovan, dovan vizta - "Dwarvish: "Brave stupid, stupid brave - " Neve muttered to herself as the lizard warrior squared up, ignoring sense and flame and fear in defense of a shaman who seemed eager to spend lives not her own.

Yeah.  She wasn't bitter.  Or projecting.  Sighing again, the thief eyed her pack, debating pulling and lobbing another flask of flaming oil for effect, clucked her tongue at the impulse.  By the time she had it lit and readied the warrior and the 'witch' would be toe to toe or worse and she doubted Foxgirl - Foxwish.  Valfaren.  Neve chided herself.  Names were important.  -  would much appreciate being lit on fire.   The crossbow was also ill suited to it, too much risk of a bolt in the back and one never lived THAT down.

Up close it had to be then.

Sighing, Neve Cast a glance up to the holy fool and the heretical cleric "Wordsworth, keep a bolt-eye on the shaman, would you?  Put an arrow in her if she looks to get clever.  Sister, Ivana's blessing on the hunt, I'll see you round the scale-kins backside." and then, unceremoniously threw herself forward and down into a crawling crouch in the muck and began to worm her way through the underbrush, trusting to the sound of combat and the silence spell to hide the squelch and rustle of her passage. 

She was going to have mud in places she didn't want to think about for WEEKS.

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Hiding in Shadows] :: Init. 9

"Vizta dovan, dovan vizta - "Dwarvish: "Brave stupid, stupid brave - " Neve muttered to herself as the lizard warrior squared up, ignoring sense and flame and fear in defense of a shaman who seemed eager to spend lives not her own.

Yeah.  She wasn't bitter.  Or projecting.  Sighing again, the thief eyed her pack, debating pulling and lobbing another flask of flaming oil for effect, clucked her tongue at the impulse.  By the time she had it lit and readied the warrior and the 'witch' would be toe to toe or worse and she doubted Foxgirl - Foxwish.  Valfaren.  Neve chided herself.  Names were important.  -  would much appreciate being lit on fire.   The crossbow was also ill suited to it, too much risk of a bolt in the back and one never lived THAT down.

Up close it had to be then.

Sighing, Neve Cast a glance up to the holy fool and the heretical cleric "Wordsworth, keep a bolt-eye on the shaman, would you?  Put an arrow in her if she looks to get clever.  Sister, Ivana's blessing on the hunt, I'll see you round the scale-kins backside." and then, unceremoniously threw herself forward and down into a crawling crouch in the muck and began to worm her way through the underbrush, trusting to the sound of combat and the silence spell to hide the squelch and rustle of her passage. 

She was going to have mud in places she didn't want to think about for WEEKS.

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Hiding in Shadows] :: Init. 9

"Vizta dovan, dovan vizta - "Dwarvish: "Brave stupid, stupid brave - " Neve muttered to herself as the lizard warrior squared up, ignoring sense and flame and fear in defense of a shaman who seemed eager to spend lives not her own.

Yeah.  She wasn't bitter.  Or projecting.  Sighing again, the thief eyed her pack, debating pulling and lobbing another flask of flaming oil for effect, clucked her tongue at the impulse.  By the time she had it lit and readied the warrior and the 'witch' would be toe to toe or worse and she doubted Foxgirl - Foxwish.  Valfaren.  Neve chided herself.  Names were important.  -  would much appreciate being lit on fire.   The crossbow was also ill suited to it, too much risk of a bolt in the back and one never lived THAT down.

Up close it had to be then.

Sighing, Neve Cast a glance up to the holy fool and the heretical cleric "Wordsworth, keep a bolt-eye on the shaman, would you?  Put an arrow in her if she looks to get clever.  Sister, Ivana's blessing on the hunt, I'll see you round the scale-kins backside." and then, unceremoniously threw herself forward and down into a crawling crouch in the muck and began to worm her way through the underbrush, trusting to the sound of combat and the silence spell to hide the squelch and rustle of her passage.