Yahs Anirys Plasmoid Monk (Way of Mercy) 4 CG
AC: 16 | HP: 32/32 | HD: 3/3 | PP: 13 | Inspiration: No | Speed: 40 ft | GP: 60
Str 11 (0) Dex 18 (4) Con 12 (1) Wis 16 (3) Int 11 (0) Cha 9 (-1)
Attacks: Spear (P)1d20+6;1d6+4 | Unarmed(B) 1d20+6;1d4+4 | Sling(B)1d20+6;1d4+4 | Quarterstaff-Mop(B) 1d20+6;1d6+4
Magic: Sacred Flame (DEX vs DC13; 1d8) | Shield of Faith(Bonus; +2AC) | Ki Pool: 4/4
Following a long nap filled with dreams of three-eyed cats, a black, crackling orb filling a crimson sky, and buildings constructed of tins of Scramsax Select blasted into ruin by the aforementioned orb, the voice inside Yahs' head decided its current approach just wasn't going to work. If you can't beat them, figure out a way to make them useful. Was the adage it had decided to go for. Thus upon waking that morning, the plasmoid was determined to start implementing some kind of training regime for the cuddly passengers. But to do that a few tests seemed in order.
The first involved a resewn stuffed elf toy dipped in brown ink, tied to a string, and sporting a bit of Select treat tucked just behind the elf-rat's pointed ear. Unleashing her charges, she pulled the string to keep the makeshift rat just out of reach of the pursuing kittens. What became abundantly clear to the plasmoid in just a few moments, was that having only one-eye severely hampered the kitten's aim and she needed a much longer string. Setbacks were to be expected, but progress was made.
She was just about to start the second test, involving her in a thickly padded suit pretending to steal a tin of Scramsax Selects from the pantry when the alarm cries started echoing through the halls. Unfortunately, it took her several long seconds to remove the protective gear, so she was rather late getting on station.
Animal Handling