<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/>A bit more shuffling through her bag occurred as  she had a little trouble before finally finding her empty waterskin. She raised her free hand as she waved it in a rather elegant fashion before speaking words.<strong>"Create Water...</strong>" Her voice sounding almost mesmerizing as she spoke with such a strange and mystical finesse behind her words. It was the fashion in which she had found herself utilizing the magic arts before she could remember. An oracle often provided support to allies, and being able to say such soothing words could not only provide the healing its designed to do, but it could also provide a moral boost to the individual. Even should a spell be used outside of supportive means, the habit was just so strong in her that she wasn't quite sure how to process speaking a spell in a way that provided a sense of strength. She gripped the waterskin as a slight splash of water escaped from the small opening as the water quickly filled the container. It was a rather large device considering she could create water as needed, but it worked well for cases more water should be required for healing or other practices. It just made it that much more convenient for her on the go.<br/><br/>She looked towards the others with a kind smile on her lips.<strong>"Feel free if you like to make use of some of the water I conjured."</strong>She softly spoke towards the group. With the long and rather perilous journey having gone so bad for them, she expected that many might be low on how much water they have available in their containers. The pond itself seemed rather fresh and it wasn't something she was afraid of, but even the cleanest of water posses a possible risk of something foul being in the water. Creating her own just lessened such risks while leaving the balance of nature in place. She looked towards the gnome as he seemed to have a little bit of trouble with the dogs and their desire to eat. She was still a little bit unsure of the animals. While she couldn't say she was exactly afraid, it was a bit odd to be around any form of dog. They weren't something that were seen around the temple. Even her childhood seemed to lack much in terms of interaction with such types of animals. Her adoptive mother never really allowed her to get a pet no matter how much she tried to beg or plead with her. Seeing two dogs with her one companion only left her wondering of just how much work went into them. Her eyes lingered back towards the group as she calmly sat back as her offering remained for anyone wanting to take some of her water.<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>