<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Elf_cleric_by_sktneh-d7269wr.jpg)</div><strong>Ionia Evermead</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326953.msg15653932#msg15653932)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>current/max<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +8, Ref +6 Will +5<br/><strong>Resistances/Immunities:</strong>Imune to Sleep, +2 vs. charm.<strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ionia murred happily into Arty's lips.  Arty was one of her favorite girlfriends, so soft and sweet and energetic and playful and deliciously wicked.  The golden haired girl's fingers tangled in the redhead's silky tresses.  She gave a little moan, then let the kiss break.  "Mmm...  I've missed you so much, Arty.  I'm really glad you broke that slave ring.  I really had to help that girl get back to the elvenwood.  She was just 77.  A kid like that would never make it alone!  And her parents helped me get some spells for my book."<br/><br/>She paid full attention to Sabian when he spoke again.  “Thank you for your thorough answers, sir.  When can we expect the portrait?  We may have to come back to town for it.”