<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/angel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yvaine</span><br/>[Character sheet] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=846838)<br/>HP: 62/62<br/>AC: 18 (flat-footed: 18, without buckler: 17, touch: 10)<br/>CMD: 16 (flat-footed: 16)<br/><br/>Touch of Good: 3/3<br/>Bit of Luck: 3/3<br/>Good Fortune: 1/1<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells prepared</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Lv 0</strong><br/>Light<br/>Mending<br/>Read Magic<br/>Create Water<br/><br/><strong>Lv 1</strong><br/>Divine Favor<br/>Sanctuary<br/>Shield of Faith<br/>Shield of Faith<br/>Domain: Protection vs Evil<br/><br/><strong>Lv 2</strong><br/>Bull's Strength<br/>Bull's Strength<br/>Shield Other<br/>Resist Energy<br/>Domain: Aid<br/><br/><strong>Lv 3</strong><br/>Prayer<br/>Dispel Magic<br/>(unprepared)<br/>Domain: Magic Circle vs Evil</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>"I don't know," Yvaine wonders aloud. "Wouldn't you expect those who grew up here all their lives to have grown used to the ghastly atmosphere?" she points out. "Maybe this is their equivalent of a cool autumn day."<br/><br/>The priestess holds her glaive horizontally before her thighs with one hand and touches a knuckle to her lip in thought, a innocent look completely at odds with her provocative attire. Hard as it might be to believe, to Yvaine, there was nothing especially lewd nor deserving of shame about her appearance. Should not beauty be shared and enjoyed, instead of hidden away?<br/><br/>"But both of you are right. Let's try to talk to the townspeople, and maybe we'll find answers to those mysteries in the village."<br/><br/>She smiles at her friends. Michael is technically her hired bodyguard, but she owes him much more than gold. They'd journeyed together since he rescued her from a band of slavers. She was chained hands and feet on the ground, stripped down to her panties, surrounded by the corpses of the five who'd fallen to her glaive, when he came charging in with sword drawn and slew the rest. They'd been chaste with each other since, Yvaine sensing that Michael was after a woman he could give his heart wholly to, and giving him her blessing for that. Balt she had learned of some time later, after hearing that a handsome red-headed wizard was looking for his lost family. She'd thought the notion awfully romantic and volunteered to help him track down a rumored sighting of his parents. Now she's talked him into coming to Bavoria, mainly because he'd become a good friend after that adventure... but also because he's exceptionally good at setting things on fire. And his arcane talents will prove useful divining whatever malaise had befallen Ireena Kolyana. Most of all, she thinks that like most wizards, he's a little too bookish, keeps to himself a little too much, and could use some fresh air and excitement.<br/><br/>"Shall we begin getting into their good graces, then?" Shouldering her weapon, Yvaine turns towards the village with a dramatic sweep of her goassamer half-skirt, and makes her way down the path to the houses in the hill's shadow.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>OOC</strong><br/>