<div class="floatleft">(https://hijiribe.donmai.us/data/sample/__drawn_by_baka_mh6516620__sample-afd8f21c90a134dab7247b1654eefc4f.jpg)</div>Aetherana<br/>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1584694 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1584694)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Toilet of Eternal Ravishment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>HP:</strong>104/104<br/><strong>AC:</strong>36 Touch 27 Flatfooted 29<br/><strong>Ki:</strong>14/15<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +12, Ref +16, Will +12, Init +6, Perc +20<br/><strong>Active effects/spells:</strong>Barkskin(Quingong power,);Purtiy of Body: Immunity against disease<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong><strong>At 2018-05-30 06:24:30, Petrus02 (uid: 60391) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120503)</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>At 2018-05-30 06:33:42, Petrus02 (uid: 60391) rolls: 1d20a20 Result: 36 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120504)<br/><hr/>Exiting the portal, Aetherana immediately was hit by the rancid smells filling what could be described as a giant toilet out of hell... Although Aetherana wasn't too sure if it wouldn't fit the humour of her god too. Certainly her superiors back in the monastery loved the sight of her choking and gagging when they made her clean all toilets by herself. On the plus side, it did prepare her for this. Having learned to shut down her senses far enough to be able to function properly certainly helped here, but of course she still coughed dryly multiple times before even managing to concentrate. After regaining her composure, a feat that did take her a minute or two, she was finally able to focus on her comrades. She bowed deeply, letting her long, black hair fall in front of her pretty face, hiding her greyish blue eyes. Aetherana humbly greets you, my sisters in arms. May darkness envelope you, and pain follow you whereever you go. She said in a deep, husky voice filled with fervor. Aetherana wears a sleeveless,backless black top that is tied at the neck, equally black, fingerless gloves padded with deep red silk reaching up to her elbows, a short black pleated skirt, and thigh high black socks. She is a pale elven woman with small, firm breast and an well rounded ass perfectly sized for a human hand.She is wearing old, heavily used but still well maintained shackles on both hands and feet, but still moves gracefully, as if she is used to wear them for a long time. Looking up, and inspecting the roads ahead, she addedSince some of you, dear sisters, already made up your mind to follow the road,please allow me to volunteer for the more unpleasant choice.<br/><br/>Turning away from the group, with all their Light, she approached the sewer pipe, staring into the soft, smooth darkness ahead. Of course, her eyes could pierce the veil, a present from a father she never got to know, for she was told that she laid in the cold arms of a beautiful elven maid when she was found. Without turning back, she addressed the group once again:Would anybody be so kind as to accompany me, or is it to be advised to stay together in one group, following the road?