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High Elf Eldritch Knight.
Darkvision: 60ft Blindsight: 10ft
AC: 17 HP: 60/60
PP: 15 PIv: 12 PIs: 12
Conditions:
Concentrating on:
7 / 7 d8 HD
Second wind 1d10+7 1/1 Action surge 1/1
Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd

The as-yet-unnamed elf was roused from her sleep by a mix of sounds; noise and its absence alike. She blinked once, twice, her golden eyes luminous in the gloom. She'd begun a trance but ended up dozing off during it, and for a moment she was bizarrely off-balance from not waking up in the crystal urn.

She scowled. Something was afoot, said her instincts. When she'd told someone yesterday she was sleepy and wanted to rest, they'd directed her here, and laughed while doing so, which she took as a good sign if the thought of it made people jolly. It had been a bit dirtier and smellier than she'd expected, true, but maybe that's just how things were? The tower she'd woken up in was also grubby.

She reached out and plucked her enormous axe from the floor, the tremendous weight of currently the first of her only two friends comforting in her hands. Her second friend, a crow with bone-white feathers, cawed at her from its home on the bedframe, and she shushed it.

Her legs ached from the walking yesterday, having literally never been used before. She padded over to the door and listened. There were a pair of loud thuds and people talking of regret.

With a click of her tongue, she started the enchantment on the axe. The blade heated, going swiftly from gold metal to red to white-hot, and the eye upon the blade wide and staring.

She slipped next to the doorway and lifted the axe over her head, ready to chop a significant chunk off whoever came through the door.

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Object interaction- obtain axe.
Bonus action- activate flametongue axe
Action- Ready attack on anyone coming through the door.
Movement- move up next to the door