<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img145/3339/myarbyaikurisud4hmjvc.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Lairelithoniel Lithônion <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Early Morning <strong>:Time</strong><br/>Fort protecting the portal <strong>:Location</strong><br/>Everyone <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>"You have my thanks." Ashlyn returned, to the centaur who bestowed a bow and quiver to her. Like most elves, she used a bow before. Unlike most elven warriors, Ash did not practice much with one... even at the behest of her brother. She slung the quiver across her shoulder and fastened the bow to it with movements that may have fooled others in thinking they were familiar. Still, she felt odd with the weapon on her back. Truly unaccustomed to it. Something she will add to her training regiment, for she started to beleive this centaurs were no fools. And after complimenting her battle prowess this one still wished her good luck... she may heed his advice. Though arrows would have been welcome, she could make some easily enough... she believed. Looking toward her companions, she nodded at Nadia's statement. As Ash joined the group at the gate she responds to the monk in her haughty drawl, "Even so, you should take that feeling heart. You will fight better through it."<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"><strong>Gem Count;</strong><br/><strong>Corruption Level;</strong><br/><strong>Loot;</strong>  <br/><strong>Equipment;</strong> Living Wood Glaive +1ACC: Dolithiel, Living Wood armor: Lithôniel, Old Wooden Bow, Quiver<br/><strong>Transformations;</strong>  <br/><strong>Advantages;</strong>Combat Reflexes, Hight Pain Threshold, Double Jointed, Magical Aptitude, Strong Will, Voice (Haughty Drawl), Longevity, Tight Ass, Tight Pussy, Attractive, Extra Fatigue<br/><strong>Disadvantages;</strong>Compulsive Behavior (Training), Over Confidence, Bully, True Bisexual</div></div>