<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/79812734801.jpg)</div><strong>Celeste Southland</strong><br/><br/><strong>Health:</strong>22 / 22 |<strong>Mana:</strong>9 / 9 |<strong>Virtue:</strong>12 / 12<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">Equipped:<br/>Steel longsword<br/>Steel half-helmet, Steel breastplate, Steel vambraces, Steel Pauldrons, Steel Greaves, Steel Sabatons<br/></div><div class="floatright">Leather pouch:<br/>Healing potions X2<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Watching the dice roll along the table curiously, Celeste was at first completely unaware of how her surroundings were changing.  It wasn't until the sensation of falling backwards had taken the forefront of her thoughts and by then, the notion of sleeping had taken effect.<br/><br/>How much time she had spent sleeping, Celeste couldn't tell. What was obvious to her when she awoke was the fact that this was not a torchlit dungeon anymore, but rather, an incredibly luxurious room, adorned with any number of flowers, paintings and trinkets that anyone would kill for. Sitting up straight, with her metal clad feet touching the hardwood floor, she went on to stand upright and truly take in the room. To think that this was any normal circumstance would be foolhardy, however, and the room was suddenly filled with the noise of her steel longsword being drawn against the metal opening of its sheathe. The knight walked around the space, admiring everything for only a brief moment, as if to search for something useful, or a clue as to what exactly had happened. Eventually, she found herself standing on the gorgeous balcony, looking over the scene to find out where exactly she had been sent.<br/><br/>Was the dungeon only a dream? No, couldn't be... not with the fact that the last bed she had slept on was in a rundown inn, set in the middle of nowhere.