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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 5[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 33 / 33	[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] The Coach House: Taproom
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Dropping Spell [i](Feign Death)[/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black]Morty[/color], [color=dimgray]Familiar[/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	The screaming woman gave Victoria a quick moment of thought. She glanced over toward her Raven familiar and issued a quick mental command, nodding toward the door. Without hesitation, the intelligent black bird croaked once loudly and took to the air, rapidly flapping its wings until it exited through the open portal and disappeared from sight. The spirit-made-flesh had its orders. Calmly, Victoria turned to young Lizbeth L'Rose. 

	[color=9932cc]"This is not true death, Mademoiselle Lizbeth,"[/color] remarked Victoria, her face still colored with evidence of her preferred College of Bardic magic. [color=9932cc]"I cannot levy direct death upon someone, in and of itself, nor can I bring back someone who has genuinely passed beyond the Veil."[/color] She thought for a moment, gave a grin with sparkling, ambitious eyes, and solidly added, [color=9932cc]"...[i]yet.[/i] But you see, our own Kathryn, noble Knight of Arcanaple, is likely conscious and mostly aware right now. If I have translated the effects of the this ritual correctly, she would be without sight or ability to directly interact with her surroundings. Her body has, for lack of better words, [i]paused.[/i] No blood moves, no breath. Disease or poisons would sit idle, as unmoving as the Lady herself. Unless she has decided to take a nap, Kathryn hears our every utterance. The only thing I am unsure of,"[/color] Victoria leaned over the supine form of the tall woman, her voice trailing into a studious, inquisitive tone, [color=9932cc]"...is if she has tactile sensation right now. Can she feel things? The ritual was unclear."[/color]

	Victoria heaved out a big sigh and shook her head. There was really no way to know without subject feedback, or unless she experienced the effects of the spell herself. Being as she would not be able to rouse herself out of the spell until its full duration had passed, the Bard of the Grey Requiem decided to go for the faster option. [color=9932cc]"Let us ask her."[/color] 

	Riding boots deftly stepped up from the wooden floor and onto the table, astride Kathryn's torso to acquire the appropriate leverage necessary to carry out her experiment. Curious eyes regarded Kathryn's features as Victoria knelt down closer to her, red-auburn hair spilling down to frame her face. Then suddenly, a hand shot back and immediately swung downward in a fluid arc, connecting with Kathryn's cheek. The popping sound was almost articulate. Stinging, but not physically damaging. 

	Victoria hopped off of the table and moved to Kathryn's side, speaking clearly in her ear, [color=9932cc]"By any chance, Dame Kathryn, did you feel that?"[/color] She placed a hand on the lady Knight's sternum and released the energies of the Feign Death spell. Kosara was correct; it was best for her to come back to life before people arrived.