Today.
Dread tingling all over her, Trefoil blankly follows the stylist and enters the tube. Then the door seals, and so does her fate, and she's trapped. She begins to panic as the floor rises, and then suddenly she's up in the arena. The first thing she registers is the trees right behind her, and everything else washes away. She's reassured. Calm.
Focus.
Snow is not good. With the cold, a pack might mean the difference between surviving the night and...not. Any thoughts of trying to get one immediately vanish, though, when she realizes the half-orc girl is right next to her. Better to vanish to the trees. Waiting.
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Initiative:(1d20)[19]
Moving backwards into forested area 30 ft. Using Wood Weapon to summon a spear.
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