<div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/angel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yvaine</span><br/>[Character sheet] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=846838)<br/>HP: 62/62<br/>AC: 18 (flat-footed: 18, without buckler: 17, touch: 10)<br/>CMD: 16 (flat-footed: 16)<br/><br/>Condition: Normal<br/><br/>Touch of Good: 5/6<br/>Bit of Luck: 6/6<br/>Good Fortune: 1/1 --> 0/1<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells prepared</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Lv 0</strong><br/>Light<br/>Mending<br/>Read Magic<br/>Create Water<br/><br/><strong>Lv 1</strong><br/>Divine Favor<br/>Sanctuary<br/>Shield of Faith<br/>Shield of Faith<br/>Domain: Protection vs Evil<br/><br/><strong>Lv 2</strong><br/>Bull's Strength<br/>Bull's Strength<br/>Shield Other<br/>Resist Energy<br/>Domain: Aid<br/><br/><strong>Lv 3</strong><br/>Prayer<br/>Dispel Magic<br/>(unprepared)<br/>Domain: Magic Circle vs Evil</div></div><hr/><br/>Yvaine smiles bashfully at the suggestion she might have found out in a, shall we say,<em>practical </em>way whether Michael was worth loving. There is a striking incongruity between her outrageously provocative clothing and her demure mannerisms. But she grins back at her friend. "I'm glad you had a good time with him," she giggles back. "You know anyone who hurt you's got to answer to me."<br/><br/>Yvaine looks thoughtful as both Lydia and the knight describe how they came to this land. "Not so fast, Balt. Maybe there isn't any holy sword." She frowns and touches a knuckle to her lips in thought. "We were summoned here by a letter, too, asking for our help saving one lady Kolyana from illness," she remarks. "A letter written in great haste, by someone who misspelled all three of our names, yet knew exactly where we were and thoughtfully provided a guide who knew a convenient shortcut. Three letters, three different requests for aid from people who'd surely respond to the summons, only to arrive and run into the living dead. Don't you think it's an odd coincidence? I wonder if at least a few of these letters were bait to lure people here, to become victims of whatever dark power has risen."<br/><br/>She looks around at the group and nods. "If it's indeed a trap, our letter-writer has bitten off more than he or she can chew. Let's go to the church."<br/>