<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lady Elisia</span>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8713) -<em>Oracle of the White Covenant</em><br/><hr/>Lady Elisia laid silently in her bedroll. It wasn't out of any particular sense of defeat or misery, but out of a sense of calm and tranquility she remained in bed. The wonders of nature and waking up in the middle of it... it was such a powerful feeling for the young woman. After having spent so much time of her life trapped within a temple, being able to enjoy the great outdoors never got old to her. Their predicament was by far lost deep within her own mind. It was her job to keep moral up at the temple and that very behavior helped to find the positives in things. Now that she was out in the open world once again, she didn't have that lingering feeling inside her attempting to weigh her down and force her to hide it away. She felt on top of the world even after the events of the last day. A new day meant new opportunities for them to explore. It would be her own duty to hopefully get the group to feel that same sensation. The young oracle slowly raised herself up from the confines of her bedroom and covers as she slowly stood up. She turned her back towards the group as she worked on putting on her light armor relatively quickly over top of her current bed ware.  She ran her fingers through her hair as she seemed to attempt to tame her long hair back into its regular form. She shuffled a bit with her armor as she ensured that it was secure on her body. She turned to face the others with a light smile.<br/><br/><strong>"No thanks Varon, I have my own rations. Anyone who wants can feel free to partake in one of mine if they desire."</strong>She spoke with a light smile as she looked over everyone minus that particular girl.<strong>"We should have something in our stomaches before we part from here. It will make such a pleasant day that much nicer as we find our way back to civilization. Gozreh has granted us a time of peace to begin our journey refreshed."</strong>She spoke out in a rather upbeat manor. She nodded her head a little bit with a warm smile on her lips. It was always her duty at the temple to keep people's spirits high and it was a trait she wanted to keep with her. She glanced over towards Ari as she gave only a brief gaze to her before looking away with a sense of defiance. Ever since she had 'met' her once again, it had always felt as if there was sparks flying between the two. Her very nature seemed to shift when it came to that one woman as her words might turn to be a bit more pointed at times as it seemed as if they might suddenly break out into a fight at any time. It was a rather strange feeling for her to have. Having grown in a setting that involved around the acceptance of others and treating everyone with respect (with the same, if not greater respect given back to one's self) it was unusual she found herself locked in such a strange conflict with her. She could recall several times the act of 'accidentally' bashing her with her mace had somehow crept into her normally peaceful mind. She would not openly admit it, but she did enjoy having her around though.<br/><br/>She leaned down near where here mace and shield laid, strangely scattered in a general location rather then neatly together. It was part of her curse that always made it so difficult to keep things orderly, as the spirits seemed to enjoy shuffling it away from where she placed it, no matter how nicely she put it down. She fumbled in her backpack as she attempted to find her own rations. It was always a bit of a pain to find her things in her bag. Despite always packing it to be a bit organized, they always ended up moved around making it take that much longer to grab anything she particularly desired to grab. She pulled out one unit of rations as she seemed to simply use it as an example to show others what she had to offer. If someone wanted to take the ration, she would likely give it to the person without any hesitation... minus the trouble making girl. It wasn't that she would deny her the food, it was the fact she likely wouldn't allow her to simply take it without providing some form of compliment or kindness in her words. While she did expect people to show a sign of gratitude, she found her expectations greatly stepped up for the half-elf woman.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong> HP:</strong> <em>30</em>/<strong>30</strong>     <strong>AC:</strong> <em>12</em>     <strong>Saves: </strong> <em>4:4:4</em>     <strong>Init:</strong> <em>6</em>     <strong>CMD:</strong> <em>16</em><br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> None<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br/>-<em><strong>Heavy Mace</strong>: Atk: 4 | Dmg: 1d8+2 Crit: x2</em> <br/>- <em><strong>+1 Chain Shirt: </strong>AC: 5 | CP: -1</em> <br/>- <em><strong>+1 Buckler:</strong> AC: 2 | CP: 0</em><br/><br/><strong>Spells:</strong>    <strong>1    2      3     4     5</strong>   <br/>               <em>7  |  -   |  -   |  -   |  -</em><br/></div></div>