<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>Melanna Goldheart</strong></em></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302196.msg14764407#msg14764407)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/3ZczfLe.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Melanna Quick Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Melanna</strong>, Devotion Paladin<br/><strong>Prof </strong>+3 <strong>AC </strong>24<br/><strong>Spd </strong>30 <strong>Hp </strong>53<br/><strong>Str </strong>19 <strong>Dex </strong>10 <strong>Con </strong>13<br/><strong>Int </strong>10 <strong>Wis </strong>14 <strong>Cha </strong>18<br/><strong>Save Wis</strong> +5 <strong>Cha </strong>+7<br/><strong>P. Perc </strong>12 <strong>P. Ins </strong>15<br/><strong>P. Inv</strong> 10<br/><strong>Ath </strong>+7 <strong>His </strong>+3<br/><strong>Ins </strong>+5 <strong>Pers </strong>+7<br/><br/><strong>Aura of Protection</strong><br/>Allies within 10<br/>+4 to saves<br/>Must be conscious<br/><br/><strong>Aura of Devotion</strong><br/>Allies within 10ft<br/>Can't be charmed<br/>Must be conscious<br/><br/><strong>Immunity</strong><br/>Disease<br/><br/><strong>Spells</strong><br/>4/3</div></div></div></div></div><br/>"Umm..."<br/><br/>The voice came from what may have initially been overlooked as perhaps an ornament--a suit of heavy plate, sealed from head to toe and slouching against the wall until a meek sounding voice emerged from it, rising up with a clattering of steel as it turned its head to the group, a plumed helmet with a closed visor.<br/><br/>One that--with a gesture--unlatched, and was raised up, a slight puffing of steam as within was revealed a kindly looking blonde woman, spectacles steamed up and expression flushed with embarrassment at what she was<em>witnessing</em><br/><br/>"Forgive me for interrupting, but...  I'm sorry, but is this<em>really</em>the best of times to be indulging in that kind of...  Behaviour?"  She asked.  "Being abducted by powerful sorcery and cast off alone in a mysterious place, one would imagine a little more time ensuring that no perils are on the horizon?"<br/><br/>Her speech--as polite and refined as it was--would have come off perhaps as the meek flailings of an inexperienced maiden if it weren't for the fact she was festooned with enough armaments to lay siege to a fortress--singlehandedly--with the shield lashed to one arm bearing the symbol of a least one well known god of light and righteousness.<br/><br/>"Not that I'm trying to judge, or anything like that!"  She adds, cheeks enflaming even<em>further</em>if that was at all possible.  "But, I mean, there are times and places!  And in the middle of a clearing, with a vaguely threatening warning to get moving, right after a terrible sorcerer makes a move... It just doesn't strike me as a good one!"