<div class="floatright">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/011/200/924/large/jinju-choi-180607.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Aletta de Fanfaronne</strong></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315946.msg15259040#msg15259040)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Human Blademaster<br/><strong>Strength:</strong>Head<strong>Vulnerability:</strong>Arms<br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>35<strong>Defense:</strong>9<strong>Morale:</strong>12<br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Head:</strong></li><li><strong>Arms:</strong>   </li><li><strong>Legs:</strong> </li></ul><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Cooldowns:</strong>Overhead Sweep 0/3, Pursuit 0/3,<br/><strong>Once per combat:</strong>Coup de Grace 0/1<br/><hr/>The village they arrived in was indeed odd, as the others remarked, overgrown in what must’ve been only the span of a few days. Behind her Delaine scribbled, humming possible song lyrics to herself. One hand on the pommel of her rapier Aletta did not actually participate in the search for clues, instead electing to overlook the others as they went their merry way through the village. She was waiting for something to occur. Nobody in the songs was famed for wading knee deep through the mud in search of elusive clues.<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder Aletta noticed movement, seeing a girl with long hair peering from the shadows before gasping and running inside a house. Pulling her rapier from its scabbard Aletta beckoned Delaine, so she might record the proceedings as she approached the overgrown domicile, ignoring the hushed conversation between the members of her fellowship.<strong>”You there! Come out! We are here to protect thee!”</strong><br/>