<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Orc%20Slaves/Tristan_dRagen_Crop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Top of the Spire<br/><strong>With:</strong>Bremorel, Hunter, Hagen<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Hurt Knee (-1 Con, effect: -1fort, -2max hp), Hp: 7/10, Mage armor (+4ac), Spider venomed (-4str), Exhausted (-6 Str/Dex), Comatose. Spirit riding in her Familiar<br/><br/><strong>Aleria</strong>knew what was coming next. The pure chaos of indesiciveness. The girls were like an pack of brainless hens, when they had no pointed leader. Who cares what had happened, aslong as they were alive, and every moment they wasted second guessing themselves, only added to their enemies.<br/><br/><strong>"Snap out of it. You, Hunter, STATE what to do, then rest will follow. There is no need nor time for pondering of good or bad decissions. That time will come later." </strong>