HP: 9 (9) | AC: 14 | Init: +1 | Saves: Str: +1; Dex: +1; Con: +1; Int: +3; Wis: +5; Cha: +1 Spell Points: 5 (5) | Inspiration: [ ]
Dismayed at her lack of offensive might, Almaia will again send lightning coursing at one of the Fallen. ooc: Attack Roll vs. Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Damage Roll: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
HP: 9 (9) | AC: 14 | Init: +1 | Saves: Str: +1; Dex: +1; Con: +1; Int: +3; Wis: +5; Cha: +1 Spell Points: 5 (5) | Inspiration: [ ]
Frank E. wrote: "By the way, you look like a sorcerer. Well, sorceress. Why ask about the magic earlier?" Almaia seems shocked for a moment when Frank begins speaking to her, then she starts to mumble an answer, gets flustered and stops herself, before starting again: "I don't really know anything about my powers or where they come from. I was born during a lightning storm and I have always been able to call lightning. It took me a while to learn how to control it, but now I can." She then nods to herself, with a look on her face that showed pride in her response.
HP: 9 (9) | AC: 14 | Init: +1 | Saves: Str: +1; Dex: +1; Con: +1; Int: +3; Wis: +5; Cha: +1 Spell Points: 5 (5) | Inspiration: [ ]
Earlier: "Thank you sir." says Almaia even quieter than before. Now: Almaia prepares to deal with the first enemy that engages in combat. ooc: Almaia will blast the first enemy that approaches the group with lightning. Attack Roll vs. Touch AC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
HP: 9 (9) | AC: 14 | Init: +1 | Saves: Str: +1; Dex: +1; Con: +1; Int: +3; Wis: +5; Cha: +1 Spell Points: 5 (5) | Inspiration: [ ]
"I hate to be a bother, but does that mean that you can read magical writing without magic, or you can't? I just want to make sure I have it correctly." Almaia says, her voice getting progressively quieter as she speaks, as if it's something she's not accustomed to doing.
HP: 9 (9) | AC: 14 | Init: +1 | Saves: Str: +1; Dex: +1; Con: +1; Int: +3; Wis: +5; Cha: +1 Spell Points: 5 (5) | Inspiration: [ ]
During the trip to the moor, Almaia had remained quiet, only answering if spoken to directly, and then in the shortest amount of words possible, as if she was hording her words for a special occasion. As the ambush takes hold of the group, Almaia points at one of the creatures and Electricity arcs out towards it. ooc: Attack Roll vs. Touch AC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 Damage Roll: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
HP: 9 (9) | AC: 14 | Init: +1 | Saves: Str: +1; Dex: +1; Con: +1; Int: +3; Wis: +5; Cha: +1 Spell Points: 5 (5) | Inspiration: [ ]
The powerfully-build, stocky woman approached and listened to the offer, then nodded that she would give her help. ruddy-skinned and plain, it's clear that she had seen her share of troubles, but gave off an aura of motherhood, even though at second look she appeared to be at most 20. |