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Jessabelle

Unknown Location - 250 HP - 8/8 

Prior to the sudden attack upon the carts, Jessabelle had been falling in and out of consciousness as she was fighting off the urge to sleep. While she had dozed here and there over the duration of the trip, she didn't yet feel at ease enough to fully fall asleep. Or so she thought. Only minutes before the cart she was in had toppled over, Jessabelle had lost the fight against sleep, and passes out. She had been snoring softly, only enough for the person who she ended up leaning on to hear. The poor soul, whoever it was, probably felt uncomfortable having her moments away from drooling upon their shoulder. She wasn't able to get that far in her sleep however, as she was suddenly jolted awake by a loud noise before being tossed like a ragdoll out of the cart and crashed down on the unforgiving earth. 

The wind was knocked out of her as she landed hard on her back, crying out in pain as her quiver of arrows dug hard into her skin. She lay there, turning onto her side as she gasped for air, only inhaling thick smoke, causing her to cough violently in the process. Pushing herself up onto her knees, she looked around her, eyes blurry with tears and her vision further clouded by the thick blanket of smoke around her. She heard the groans of those who had been with her, but could hardly see them. Suddenly, three figures emerged from the smoke and she immediately felt around for her bow, the moment her hands touched it, she picked it up and started to move backwards away from them, still crouching as she did. Upon feeling something at her back, she turned and looked up, recognizing the blurry face of Marcus as he pointed his own weapon towards them. She'd backed into his leg.

She rose to her feet, lifting an arm as she coughed, stepping back behind the man and further from the figures. She heard the faint sound of speaking behind the ringing in her ears, but she could only make out bits and pieces of what was being said. Jessabelle felt uncomfortable being unable to see clearly with the thick smoke surrounding them, seeming to only get thicker with no chance of dissipating anytime soon. Before she knew it, the figures one by one had retreated into the smoke. One however, remained, and with a simple gesture, the forms of other humans began to fill the area near the hooded figure. 

Reinforcements?

Cursing under her breath, Jessabelle drew an arrow and pointed it towards the group of what seemed to be bandits. She took a few more precautionary steps back as it seemed none of them were on the offensive. Other than Marcus, she couldn't see anyone else around her, and didn't entirely trust herself to make precision shots with the smoke obscuring her vision. Her mind racing with a solution, she decided she would need to make a tough judgement call. She aimed her arrow lower, at the ground between her and the group in front of them. Concentrating on gathering some magical energy, she would channel it into her arrow, causing it to glow slightly. A moment later, she would fire it into the ground and a large gust of wind seemed to thrust outwards from the arrow in large bursts. After a few moments, the thick smoke started to become lighter, more fog like, gradually fading so it became easier to see. Once she was able to glance around and see more of her allies, she relaxed a bit, seeing Nicholas already going at attacking an enemy. 

Using the magic had taken quite a bit out of her, and she slumped down onto one knee, panting and using her bow to keep herself upright. While she wouldn't be much else help in the fight, she hoped this would give her new companions an easier time.
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