<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/766/766988.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tula Elanorin<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Elven Hunter<br/><strong>Strength:</strong>Legs<strong>Vulnerability:</strong>Arms<br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>30<strong>Defense:</strong>9<strong>Morale:</strong>11<br/><strong>Bondage  Head:</strong><strong>Arms:</strong><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Passive:</strong>Volley Fire<br/><strong>Passive:</strong>Skillful Precision<br/><strong>Attack:</strong>Projectile 2d4, Concealment & Thrust Kick 1d4<br/><strong>Cooldowns:</strong>Piercing Shot, Snare Trap, Rain of Arrows & Call the shot<br/><hr/><br/>She felt more comfortable and confident after she left the throne room. One to pack light, she automatically took the role of scout. She moved quickly and stealthily, avoiding any encounters with the wilderness that may hinder their progress. She always felt more at home out here in nature. She nearly missed the village, she had expected the normal signs of civilisation, even a small village such as Borstown. What she found surprised her as although nature would always reclaim what was taken from it, it usually took time. This....this was not natural.<br/><br/>She took in the surroundings and turned to her new friends. “This does not feel right. I don’t like this. Nature does not behave so. I suggest caution. I will go ahead a little but keep me in sight.” She then moved forwards cautiously.