<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OqNypXq.jpg?1)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stat</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Value</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Modifier</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Save</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>STR</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>13</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>DEX</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>18</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+7</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CON</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>INT</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>11</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+0</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+0</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>WIS</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CHA</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>10</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+0</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+0</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Armor Class:</strong> <em>17</em><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> <em>13</em><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <em>+4</em><br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/><br/><strong>Bishi:</strong> <em>212</em><br/><strong>Bijou:</strong> <em>15</em><br/><strong>Languages:</strong> <em>Common, Celestial</em><br/><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Features</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Kara Bersk</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>43/43</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>All you fine folks!</em><br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>:<em>Mikael, others</em><br/><hr/><br/>After her meeting with Mikael, Kara's time spent in Eodin had been anything but eventful.  A simple inn served as her home during this time.  She'd traveled for so long, a brief time spent resting would do both her body and spirit a favor.  She was content to prepare herself slowly during this time, meditating on the task that waited for her, trusting her deva to guide her along the path.  Finally, the morning came and the monk ate a simple breakfast of porridge to satisfy her hunger, before setting off towards the manor.  She'd made a request to avoid guards, for they'd just crowd the way.  No, she preferred to take her own pace, enjoying the view of the city as she walked.  Her clothes were little more than worn traveling clothes, covered by little more than a finely-crafted cloak, blue as the sky above.<br/><br/>Her journey was over quickly enough, and the guard was informed of her weapon, the shortsword that rested on her hip.  It was only a secondary method of defense, of course.  She'd come to stop relying on weapons made by the hammer.  After all, her own body had been forged by sweat, tears, and blood, and it was not so flimsy as a sheet of metal.  Once she made it past the guard, she joined the rest of the group in a sort of holding room, a few white hairs peeking past her hood.  She passed idle glances over to the rest of her team, noting only one male, presumably the paladin she'd heard mentioned by Mikael himself.  She offered a respectful bow as they waited for a short period, before being led up grand stairs and to a majestic set of oak doors.  A veritable fountain of knowledge rested on the shelves inside, a familiar sight that reminded  the aasimar of the monastery.  Along with the tomes, there was Mikael himself, looking every bit as imposing as he looked during their recent meeting.  However, the other individual in the room, a half-elf, was a new face to her.  Obviously, he was someone Mikael trusted, and by the armor he wore and the quiver he carried, he was quite competent with a bow.<br/><br/>"Milord, Kara Bersk."  She presented herself simply, accepting one of the offered chairs as she looked over the others once more.  She was unsettled to see that beneath the armor, the paladin was a tiefling, and for a moment, her body betrayed her manners.  A light gasp escaped her lips, muscles tensing before she reminded herself of the reason for their presence here.  Still, she made a note to keep a close eye on the demon-blooded one.  Tieflings did not get their reputation for being pure of heart and innocent bystanders, not at all.  She allowed her name to speak for her, hood obscuring what it could in this situation.  She nodded to Mouser and Eldran'tyr both, a gentle acknowledgment of their own greetings.