[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/o2DnFI7.png[/img]
[b]Elki[/b]
[color=cccccc]HP: 9/9 AC: 16[/color][/center]
Elki was in her own little exuberent world when the cries of battle pierced her ears. She glanced away from the diminuitive creature before her and took a moment to take in the battle field. In the time it had taken her to chase the little guy down, her friends were in peril. She looked at the goblin, and back to her friends, and then to the goblin. 

Elki sighed. No glory in battle today, perhaps. She had serious cleric-buisness to attend to. "Sorry, bub. You can attack my shins to make up for it." Instead, the goblin decided to make a wise attempt to flee. Taking Elki by surprise for a moment, she gave a half-hearted swing and watched it scamper off into the brush. Like she had the time to chase down a fleeing goblin (no matter how much fun that would be)

Hohum, this put a new slant on things. Were the goblins fleeing? Did she heal or did she continue to fight? Elki couldn't stand anyone dying on her watch. But then again, using a spell now might waste something that could be valuable later if the goblins were indeed leaving the battlefield... and what about prisoners? Things were all so complicated. Next time, she vowed, to stay close to someone rather then go off searching for goblin-murder-glory. 

Deciding to live by the rule when in doubt boop things, Elki approached the next goblin lazily and decided to attempt to take it down. Her heart was clearly conflicted however, as she swung her mace and - for perhaps the third or forth time today - missed her damn oppurtunity.

Curses. The rogue would not be impressed. [s]Nor would the nobleman, she had no doubt, but his opinion was not as important to her as his lustrous hair.[/s]
[hider=Actions]Movement: B14 --> D17
Attack: 1d20 + 3  = (6)+3 = 9 [b]Miss[/b] at goblin D18
Be perplexed with life.
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