<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/>Ashlyn stepped through the portal with cool confidence, like she did all things. The transition was a bit mind boggling for her, but she didn't show it as she looked about with a dubious calm. This world was truly something else. The blood sky and black clouds were interesting to the eager elf, The imps and goblins were quite intriguing as well, but surely there would be greater foes... In all, the chocolate haired Elf looked nonchalant by what she seen so far. Ashlyn appreciated the chiseled torso of the horseman secretly, but frowned slightly at his words and fumed at his hasty departure. She glanced over at one of the male champions equiped appropriately if lightly, Diego, as he complimented another... champion? Though Nadia didn't look like a champion to her... nor did Robin, the male speaking at the retreating centaur. Looking towards Robin, "I fear Berial has no ear for us, friend. Too bad, for I had mind to humble him for his slights. I am no weakling and won't suffer his disdain any longer." Ashlyn stated as a matter of fact. Ashlyn's green eyes still looked curiously at the would be champion who admitted his own weakness. It was no wonder Berial thought they all weak. "You believe you can really get demons to follow your<em>human</em>gods. You haven't even brought a weapon with you should they assail you. Isn't that a bit naive, young one?" Ash questioned in a condescending tone, her own glaive seemingly glimmering brighter just so Robin could take more notice of her own weapon in this tainted world.