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Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Backstab] :: Init 10

Neve heard the impact - the crunch upon the rings and then an stomach churning meaty thwack - and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to deliberate stillness as she watched the lizard-warrior's footwork churn up the mud before her.  Wait for it.  Foxgirl could taker her lumps.  Looked like she enjoyed it in fact.  No sense loosing yer head just 'cuz it sounded like a bone-bashed drum.  The others were sticking to the bluff, after all, maybe she shouldn't intervene directly, let Vee handle it  . . . then, out of the corner of her eye Neve caught the Shaman reaching for a weapon and angling for a shot.

Falls and fells!

This close, she could smell the rank mildew of the warriors scales and the freshly torn earth.  Holding her breath her mud-slick hand found the rough ironwood of her rapier, drawing it the space of the warrior's yell she lunged up like a striking viper, aiming the point of the fell-forged thorn toward the thick meat of it's leg . . .

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Backstab] :: Init

Neve heard the impact - the crunch upon the rings and then an stomach churning meaty thwack - and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to deliberate stillness as she watched the lizard-warrior's footwork churn up the mud before her.  Wait for it.  Foxgirl could taker her lumps.  Looked like she enjoyed it in fact.  No sense loosing yer head just 'cuz it sounded like a bone-bashed drum.  The others were sticking to the bluff, after all, maybe she shouldn't intervene directly, let Vee handle it  . . . then, out of the corner of her eye Neve caught the Shaman reaching for a weapon and angling for a shot.

Falls and fells!

This close, she could smell the rank mildew of the warriors scales and the freshly torn earth.  Holding her breath her mud-slick hand found the rough ironwood of her rapier, drawing it the space of the warrior's yell she lunged up like a striking viper, aiming the point of the fell-forged thorn toward the thick meat of it's leg . . .

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Backstab] :: Init

Neve heard the impact - the crunch upon the rings and then an stomach churning meaty thwack - and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to deliberate stillness as she watched the lizard-warrior's footwork churn up the mud before her.  Wait for it.  Foxgirl could taker her lumps.  Looked like she enjoyed it in fact.  No sense loosing yer head just 'cuz it sounded like a bone-bashed drum.  The others were sticking to the bluff, after all, maybe she shouldn't intervene directly, let Vee handle it  . . . then, out of the corner of her eye Neve caught the Shaman reaching for a weapon and angling for a shot.

Falls and fells!

This close, she could smell the rank mildew of the warriors scales and the freshly torn earth.  Holding her breath her mud-slick hand found the rough ironwood of her rapier, drawing it the space of the warrior's yell she lunged up like a striking viper, aiming the point of the fell-forged thorn toward the thick meat of it's leg . . .

Neve Nevergreen - Smallfolk Rogue:: AC 15 MV 20' HP 16/16 [Backstab] :: Init

Neve heard the impact - the crunch upon the rings and then an stomach churning meaty thwack - and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to deliberate stillness as she watched the lizard-warrior's footwork churn up the mud before her.  Wait for it.  Foxgirl could taker her lumps.  Looked like she enjoyed it in fact.  No sense loosing yer head just 'cuz it sounded like a bone-bashed drum.  The others were sticking to the bluff, after all, maybe she shouldn't intervene directly, let Vee handle it  . . . then, out of the corner of her eye Neve caught the Shaman reaching for a weapon and angling for a shot.

Falls and fells!

This close, she could smell the rank mildew of the warriors scales and the freshly torn earth.  Holding her breath her mud-slick hand found the rough ironwood of her rapier, drawing it the space of the warrior's yell she lunged up like a striking viper, aiming the point of the fell-forged thorn toward the thick meat of it's leg . . .