<div class="floatright">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/011/200/924/large/jinju-choi-180607.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Aletta de Fanfaronne</strong></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315946.msg15259040#msg15259040)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Human Blademaster<br/><strong>Strength:</strong>Head<strong>Vulnerability:</strong>Arms<br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>35<strong>Defense:</strong>9<strong>Morale:</strong>12<br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Head:</strong></li><li><strong>Arms:</strong>   </li><li><strong>Legs:</strong> </li></ul><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Cooldowns:</strong>Overhead Sweep 0/3, Pursuit 0/3,<br/><strong>Once per combat:</strong>Coup de Grace 0/1<br/><hr/>Heels clicked along marble floors, followed by the silent scuffle of boots, accentuated by the dignified sound of a violin being plucked. Their progress was only halted for a few seconds by a guard who wanted to see some kind of evidence that the two truly belonged where they were. It prompted Aletta to roll her eyes -how could they not know of her, she shouldn't need a letter of introduction in the first place- as Delaine fished the necessary documents from her pouch. They got some directions and a few moments later found themselves herded into the throne room among other adventurers. A ragtag combination of people of various walks of life who all seemed to be capable in their own right. The violin plucking had stopped (one does not create inferior music within earshot of the princess) and was instead replaced with the soft rustle of paper as the bard started to chronicle the newest adventure of Aletta de Fanfaronne in real time.<br/><br/>First was a cleric, one to a Goddess barely worshipped among humans. Still, it might be the best deity to support them through this mission, one of forgiveness or compassion would probably not be the best one to avenge the disappearances. Before anyone else could Aletta stepped forward next, making an over the top elegant bow with her hand on the pommel of her sword.<strong>"Aletta de Fanfaronne, duellist known far and wide and whose deeds are song from all corners of the world, and my aide-de-camp Delaine du Écrivaine"</strong>In the background Delaine made a small bow of her own, continuing to scribble.<strong>"You are grand and unmatched in your wisdom my dear princess, for in hiring us you have ensured the continued safety and peace of your kingdom."</strong><br/>