[color=silver][center][h2][color=#ce8396]𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝕯𝖊𝖜𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕[/color][/h2]HP 06/09 [color=#ce8396]❧[/color] Speed 30
AC 13 [color=#ce8396]❧[/color] DC 12 
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It worked. All but one of the stirges succumbed to Leanna's music and fell from the air, fast asleep. It was unfortunate that she hadn't managed to get them all, but she believed the others could slay the remaining one easily enough. She managed a pained smile, slowly lowering her lute. Its weight was starting to hurt.

That was, until someone called out to her. Leanna couldn't catch the meaning of his words, but she felt their impact quick and true. A wave of relief washed over her, allowing her to stand up properly and take another look at the battlefield. There, she saw who'd helped her; the very man she'd played a tune to earlier. The remaining stirge was still attached to his flesh, and he seemed unable to pry it off. A moment later, he was down. The stirge, having had its fill, detached from his unconscious body.

If only she had the energy to cast spells still, she could've done something to help. As things were, all she could do was hope the others tended to the unconscious man and killed the stirge before it hurt anyone else. As for her, she had but a rapier to use - and no skill with it to speak of. She had not found herself in many battles before. Her spells reflected that; sleep, healing, and-- ah, yes. She did have [i]that[/i], didn't she? 

Leanna had done what she could to aid in the effort against the stirges. Perhaps it was time she redirected her attention to the troll instead. They'd been told to use fire to deal with it, yet no one seemed capable of producing any. If that was the case...

Her gaze darted around the chaotic tavern, desperate for a familiar flicker. Luckily enough, she did not need to search for long; oil lamps sat idly atop many a table to her left, some within a comfortable reach. A[i] hand's reach[/i], some might say - though not her own.

Leanna emerged from her hiding spot once more. With a flourish of her hand, another hand wiggled into existence above the closest table. With it, Leanna reached for the oil lamp, seizing it in a phantom grasp. Even after so many times of doing it, holding something yet not feeling it upon your skin was... strange, yet she refused to be distracted. 

With practiced aim, she moved the hand as close to the troll as she could, flinging the lamp towards its head. 
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[color=#ce8396]Spells:[/color]
[color=#ce8396]❧ Cantrips:[/color] Prestidigitation, Mage Hand
[color=#ce8396]❧ 1st level [color=#ce8396](0/2)[/color]:[/color] Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Sleep, Healing Word
[color=#ce8396]❧ Bardic Inspiration (1/2)[/color]

[color=#ce8396]Turn Summary:[/color]
[color=#ce8396]❧[/color] Leanna makes a Perception check of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19246][color=#ce8396]20 (non-natural)[/color][/url] to find flammable objects in the area.
[color=#ce8396]❧[/color] Leanna moves to [color=#ce8396]4N[/color].
[color=#ce8396]❧[/color] Leanna casts Mage Hand to pick up an oil lamp from [color=#ce8396]1N[/color].
[color=#ce8396]❧[/color] Leanna moves Mage Hand to [color=#ce8396]5K[/color] and uses it to throw the lamp at the troll, with [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19270] [color=#ce8396]17[/color][/url] for an improvised weapon attack.

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