What is unmanly about delivering death from the shadows? If I were an assassin, attacking from the shadows would spawn fear in my enemies but as a warlock, I considered a girl. Brains over brawn, is my mantra. By the way, I wear a robe not a skirt.
As we entered the tomb, it was obvious that the adventures who went before us met an untimely demise at the legs of some hideous spider. Their preserved half-digested remains indicated that the spider was near. As we entered the second room we were attacked by two swarms of spiders. Positioning myself brilliantly, I would have scorched the spiders if I could only target them. Miss after miss, not paying attention to the monstrous spider approaching from my rear, the next thing I knew my system was ravaged by deadly arachnid. As usual, I teleported out of danger and lay down the smack down on our eight-legged adversary.
Descending into the tomb we encountered a minor trap and then found ourselves in a dimensional rift guarded by some wraiths and some sort of demon dogs. As usual the ranger taunted with irritating stupidity. I should have left him there too die, locked in the portals entry but that is not me, girl or not. At a safe distance, they teleported in and I fried them while the barbarian disarmed the trap leading further into the earth, protected by the bard and the defender. They were happily vaporizing wraiths.