<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/153/7/5/Greek_goddess__Athena_by_Alayna.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Corina Brightsmith</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP  13/13<br/>AC  16<br/><br/>Fort +4<br/>Refl +0<br/>Will +5<br/><br/>Perception: +3<br/>Sense Motive +7<br/><br/>Active Spells:  Light<br/></div></div><br/>Corina drew her halberd close to her lips.  They moved in a quite prayer, and her eyes glowed faintly before she pursed her lips and kissed the tip of the halberd.  The glow transfered form her eyes to the point of the weapon and brightened, providing illumination to supplement the lantern.<br/><br/>The brunet pressed the pole arm up towards the top corners of the tomb to get a closer look at the riot of colors, then pointed at the bundle of soiled clothes.  "Those certainly aren't ancient, though they could be a season or three old."<br/><br/>She advanced down the hall, blade at the ready, 'til she reached the chiseled graffiti.<br/><br/>"Does anyone have journal taking materials for our report to our employer?  OR will we be working from memory?  Also, if anyone has a sheet of parchment and a coal, I'd like to take a rubbing of this vandalism back to him."<br/><br/>As the wind picked up, Corina shivered softly.  "That<em>is</em>eerie.  I know a few kids who spent the night just outside of this place on a dare, but I doubt anyone I know ever went deeper in than we are now."