<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/ae/45/b6ae45ea51fab6883e9b4e4a2b0e3cfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Finna Stendahl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202196.msg9882560#msg9882560)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Catacombs<br/><strong>With:</strong>Strike Force<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Blessed (+1 atk, +1 save vs. fear), Poisoned (-1 Str)<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>HP: 19</strong>: 7</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>AC: 19</strong> FF: 17 /T: 12</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>BAB: +5</strong> / TW +3/+3</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Init: +1</strong></td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>SAVES </strong>F: +4/ R: +2 /W: +0</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td>CMB +7 / CMD 17 / 19 vs. Sunder and Disarm</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/>Finna frowned as Aleria's panic, pain and tearful sobbing reached her ears, and made more of a purposeful march towards the wizardess then an all out run, not wanting to spook the girl. "Lass! It's me, Finna... Shieldmaiden from the North and spiderbait, apparently," she said with a gruff kind of humor in her tone, hoping that something other then challenging words would help restore the mage's equillibrium. "Stay where you are and I'll come to you. We have to stick together lest the darkness take us one by one,"<br/><br/>Finna moved with purpose holding her glowing shield at an angle that would show off her face and long golden hair as she got closer and closer to Aleria. "Are you unhurt... Not that I'm much of a healer... But I'll aid you as I can, girl..." Finna said in a lower, caring tone as her boots squished as she walked closer to Aleria. "Stand... If you can..." she urged as she extended a hand to Aleria to help her rise from the floor where she wept.