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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 23 / 23	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] [b]P14[/b]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Bardic Inspiration (Marita, Kathryn)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	If it were up to Victoria, she might have used the opportunity of the Goblins being caught off-guard to rush in - or more accurately, utilize the superior fighting experience and armament of the rest of her newfound party while giving support somewhere off to the side in relative safety. A little song, bolstering words, and the like while they licked their wounds and then carried about their way afterward. This was not quite the fast and thrilling moment that she might have committed to paper later on. But this group was very new. No one really had a feel for the others' abilities and competencies. No one really shared much past the basics. So, to Victoria's point of view, here they all were pulling a plan out of their collective asses with the hope that it wouldn't result in anyone's death. 

	Check that; anyone of [i]their[/i] deaths. Victoria held no strong opinion against the concept of the party arranging a meeting between the Goblins and their patron deities. There might even be money in it for her. 

	Still, the plans laid out as they were did not accurately reflect her general role in a pitched battle. It was almost like they saw her as another hand to hold a sword. She did make it a point to mention, as Marita drafted her plan following Hugh's observations, [color=9932cc]"I concur that my talents are best plied in the shadows, [i]at first[/i], though I fear that after the fight is joined I might do him a disservice."[/color] Keeping hidden and being in her presence as she plucked the strings of The Weave were generally not compatible, the showy person that she was. [color=9932cc]"For staging, yes, I shall join Hugh. Following this, I need to position myself where I might better support those of you in the thick of battle."[/color] She looked down to her constant companion, the burlap-wrapped Morty, adding, [color=9932cc]"I can send him hickory-smoked support if the baddies come a'calling."[/color] The rest of that sentence was, [i]"unless she needed it"[/i], but it was left unsaid.

	Victoria's main point, the one which she attempted to stress in her opinion just earlier, was that her role was that of support. With this in mind, the itinerant Bard stepped up to their two self-appointed frontline combatants and addressed them in quietish tones, [color=9932cc]"Marita, Kathryn, I know this probably isn't anything new to you. We all have the little parts we play in this dance, though yours are the most important. More than this, yours are the most dangerous. Were I in charge of this, I could think of none better to lead the charge against these creatures."[/color] An understanding expression went to Marita first, as Victoria continued, [color=9932cc]"I will never put my faith in your deity, Marita; not as you do. But despite our differences, I can put my faith in [i]you[/i] to see this through. And I do."[/color] Turning to Kathryn and having to crane her neck upward to make eye contact (difficult as that was through her helmet), she added this time with a mischievous smile which bordered on the amused, [color=9932cc]"Now you? I cannot wait to see the righteous carnage you are physically capable of spreading around the battlefield, Lady Half-Giant. You're a [i]force[/i], just look at you."[/color]

	The inspirational, Necromantic Bard threw back her purple-lined, charcoal cloak to ready for more dexterous movement, then adjusted the strap on her violin case and sword belt respectively. [color=9932cc]"Now, we know what we need to do. We are warriors. [i]Heroes[/i]. We've got this."[/color] Looking over everyone equally, Victoria nodded a bolstering affirmation, finishing with, [color=9932cc]"So let's be heroes. Are we ready? Let's go."[/color] While she was not a fan of taking appointments of command, Victoria was an accomplished speaker, able to channel nuanced emotion into every syllable and bring out surprising result in others. It was one of her greatest nonmagical gifts, aside perhaps from her abilities as a performer. Disagreements among the party were meaningless right now as battle was to be joined and blood shed across the warm colors of the autumn leaves. Their first battle would color their every action they took as a group which followed. For everyone's sake Victoria wanted them inspired and optimistic, especially the two out front drawing enemy aggression.