<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>21/21<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Touch: </strong>13<strong>Flat:</strong>13<strong>Rage: </strong>9/10<br/><strong>Status:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The blonde, naked as the day she was born panted on the cold stone floor, a glistening of sweat coating her toned body as she beheld her wise god's form... Yes, Yustissa was to bare God's next avatar, she was foolish to belive she could ever ask for the fallen paladin as a prize to bring home to her tribe for her men to enjoy, for this one belonged only to Him, until He was done with her vessel and chose to cast her aside. Perhaps when she had delivered His avatar into the world she could ask for a pet but now was not the time.<br/><br/>Her legs were shaky, her muscles tense. Samedi could could do little bit kneel before her Lord and master and she daren't even think about donning her skins again before He allowed her;<br/>"Great One," she said, her head bowed, "I'm unworthy to have been given the gifts that you have seen fit to give me, but from now until the day I draw my final breath know that I will be your blade. Tell me where to go and who t kill and it shall be done in Your name."<br/><br/>In the back of her mind... she thanked Sebastian. Why had she cursed his name before? After all, he had delivered her before God and allowed her to partake of His blessings.