Caltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'
HP: 15/15 | AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian
Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |
| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 2
Fishery Round 4:
"Let's get in this fight," said Caltrix with some asperity - all self-directed - annoyed with herself for having thought that these thugs would run rather than face a determined foe directly. Her plans to cut off that retreat had come to naught.
I'll drop down first, Valerica. You can follow or fire at "Fabio" there as you see fit.
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SPLASH -- just narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the edge of the vat: halflings have all the luck.
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After quickly pulling herself out of the vat into which she fell and dropping down (see below), she draws her rapier.
Looking and feeling much like a bedraggled and quite angry cat, both in pathetic appearance and foul temper, the drenched halfling calls out to the figure (Rufio?) at the foot of the stairs.
Hey there! Fabio!
Perhaps the distraction might provide a bit of 'cover' to allow Valerica a chance to Act as she chose? she thought.