<strong>Name:</strong><em>Erika</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>Early Morning</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Portal Fort</em><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><em>Everyone</em><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f2/Erika_Autumnvale.jpg) Leaning against the entrance of the fort, Erika heard everything that was said. Wiping the blood from her short-sword she re-sheathed the blade at her side and turned her attention to the gathering group of would be Champions. From the shadows of her plain woolen cloak, pale wintery green eyes momentarily turned from the new comers to Berial. The Horseman had been just as gruff with her when she first came through the portal a few days back. The difference between her and those that she arrived with and this group was that she hadn't let the Centaur's harsh words perturb her and rather continue on with the group she had come with she had opted to stay at the fort for a short while to learn what she could about what was going on and to pick at what Berial knew about the dangers she was likely to face. The not too long ago attack on the fort by the small horde of goblins had been her first of battle in these lands.<br/><br/>Perhaps she had earned a glimmer of respect from the old warhorse as during their conversations Erika had maintained a calm inquisitive demeanor, never taking offense if he came off overly harsh in his speech. In fact she could very well understand the old warhorse's frustration with their world continuously sending inexperienced greenhorns, talented as they might have been back in their world, they would find themselves woefully unprepared for the trails ahead from everything she had heard from the occupants of the fort.  Reassessing what she had learned the half-elven ranger made some adjustments to what equipment and gear she had, even went procured herself a young riding bird for her travels even though at the moment Windstrider was to young to be ridden, she was certainly strong enough to help carry any additional things they might need.<br/><br/>As things stood now Berial and the impetuous elven woman identified as Ashlyn would come to blows sooner rather than later. Walking over with a sure, inherently graceful stride Erika laid what is meant to be a calming hand upon Berial's forearm. Her voice as ever was soft and calming. "Peace, Sir Berial. I apologize for the poor words of my fellow Champions. Heed not what is said in foolishness and haste as I beg your pardon for their ignorance. Few if any of the previous Champions ever make it back alive to our world to tell us about yours and thus leaving many inadequately prepared for the trails ahead."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Gem Count;</strong><br/><strong>Corruption Level:</strong><br/><strong>Loot:</strong>  <br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br/><span class="bbc_u">Small Back Pack</span><br/>x1Changes of Clothes<br/>Personal Basics: <em>Spoon, fork and cup - flint and steel, a bit of soap and a towel along a brush and comb</em><br/>Small wineskin (1 gal.)<br/>Rope (10 yards, supports 300 lbs)<br/>Whetstone<br/>Sleeping Bag (for freezing temperatures)<br/>Blanket (heavy wool)<br/>Shovel (6lbs)<br/>Small Pouch: 4 days traveling rations<br/><strong>Transformations:</strong>  <br/><strong>Advantages:</strong><br/><strong>Disadvantages:</strong></div></div>