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Yeva takes a moment to dislodge her club from the crumpled foe. She steps to the side, breathing raggedly.

"Yes. I am." She says between breaths.

With a bellow, Yeva focuses on the pain, letting it overwhelm her as she enters a state of fury. She swings the heavy club again at her assailant.

Rage!

Greatclub: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Yeva grunts in pain as the arrow embeds into her flesh. She rushes forward, leveling her club into a swing at her attacker's torso.

Greatclub: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

HP 8

"Unless we smoke them out." Yeva readies to bust in a window.

Slowly, Yeva approaches the stable, keeping clear of fleeing horses and obvious traps. She keeps her club slung over her shoulder, ready to swing at anything exiting the lodge. Once close, she says to Theora, "We wait, or we can spring their trap and rest sooner."

"If I fall and am brought back to fight as one of the dead... break my hands, for your own sake." The towering figure hangs in the back, following behind the others.

"I do not hide well. I remember the swirling ice..." Yeva states.

"Thank you, Mother. Like Grimkell said, together for now, after we will see. I am far from home but do not have any need to go back so quickly. I can fight if you want my help."

Hefting a massive club against her shoulder, Yeva turns to Theora. "I have been hurt worse, but yes I am injured. You do not need to slow yourself for me." She shrugs at the other questions. "Irrisen." she says flatly. "I was raised near Tashagrot, I am of the blood of the Ninth Daughter..." She gives a gruff smile. "Well, mostly."

"All right, Son of Ogmundr. Give me a few moments." Slowly she begins searching for her belongings. "They will be easier to find because they are bigger..." she says mostly to herself.

Looking to Grimkell, "Why would I go from one group of thugs to another? Where are you going?" Yeva stares curiously at the small creature called Pym. "Home?"

I also took Blood of Giants to explain the monstrous height.

Looking down at herself, "Yeah, I have ideas why. My kind are not loved." She shrugs her massive shoulders. "Or because it's cold and the boys were lonely. I did not ask them." Yeva attempts to push herself up slowly to stand.

Rubbing her temple as those around her come into focus. She speaks in a gruff voice, "You make my head hurt more. I am Yeva Tashanna. They call me wisselkind. What I am doing is waking up with a headache..." She lets her eyes take in her surroundings. "Yes... they caught me surprised." Searching around, "Where is my stuff? Who and what are all of you?"

A tall figure lies in an awkward angle, taller than the bandits. A disheveled fur coat covers most of the frame, and oily hair cascades around the snow, darkened in places from the blood weeping from bruises and cuts. The person is indeed female, though not a beauty by anyone's standards, there is a disquieting allure to her features. As consciousness returns, an oversized hand flexes, grabbing the snow, a hand that ends in vicious claws.

I definitely think that Dragonblood (Yeva) is a good player. I am just afraid that his posting rate might be a bit slower than that of the group. Might be wrong though. scratch the last part, I think I got a false impression lately.

Posting slowed down this month due to me not having a day off at all (acting manager for my store), but things are easing up, so I should be able to post daily again.

If the players want a replacement, I have a character ready and will flesh out the profile fully if asked to join. If anybody has any questions for me, I will gladly answer them.