<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/Y6FTaQm.jpg)</div><strong>Ondrea Starborn</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=274814)<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11/11<br/>Arcane Pool: 5/5<br/>Arousal Pool: 6/19<br/>Current Arousal Penalty: -2<br/>Spell Levels Free: none<br/>Spells Available: 0 Level: Daze, Flare, Spark; 1st Level: Magic Missile, Magic Missile</div></div><hr/><br/>She ignored the voice, though she did make note of the fact that even her thoughts weren't private.  'We'll see soon enough, you arrogant sod,' she thought, and slowly drifted off, her sleep - this time around - dreamless and restful.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped open at the knock, and she sat up, hoping against hope that maybe the whole thing had been a dream... until she heard the voice in her head again, and she sighed.  "Thank you, Merle!" she called through the door with a shaky voice.  "I'd like a quick breakfast ready.  I need to get moving!" she called, rising from the bed and moving over to her armor.<br/><br/>'Great, so now I'm going to have to deal with you pissing other people off too, huh?' she mused, shaking out her armor with a hiss as she caught her finger on one of the studs.  'This just keeps getting better and better.'