<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/ae/45/b6ae45ea51fab6883e9b4e4a2b0e3cfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Finna Stendahl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202196.msg9882560#msg9882560)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staging Ground<br/><strong>With:</strong>Strike Force<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str &amp; Dex), Blessed (+1 atk, +1 save vs. fear)<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>HP: 19</strong>: 19</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>AC: 18</strong> FF: 17 /T: 11</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>BAB: +5</strong> / TW +3/+3</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Init: +1</strong></td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td><strong>SAVES </strong>F: +4/ R: +1 /W: +0</td><td>     </td><td>     </td><td>CMB +6 / CMD 16 / 19 vs. Sunder &amp;amp; Disarm</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><br/>Finna nodded, this wasn't a pleasure ride after all, but she shot Bree a warm look of tender regard that betrayed just how much she loved her, and for the first time in her life there was someplace she'd rather be then heading off into battle. NOT that she felt the foe they were seeking didn't need vanquishing, but in an odd way, the Viking Shieldmaiden felt she had more to live for then a glorious death in battle. She sighed and smiled as Bree's hand rested againsnt the cool mail links at the small of her back and whispered into her ear. She nodded as she turned her head and brushed her lips over Bree's, kissing her sweetly until her horse shifted restively to the left as others began the trek to the tower.<br/><br/>The ride passed quickly as Finna focused on nothing but the now as the past had been and the future might never be but the present was the only truth she knew... And what she knew was she was in good company committed to ending and ancient evil that had too long darkened the land. "No matter where I am, my heart is always with you, Bree," she whispered softly and tenderly to the half elf sorceress as marching order became the conversation of the day, falling into the place she was bidden to take. She smiled at Ashara and nodded, ok, maybe her eyes lingered upon Ashara's curves longer then was 'professional' but in the Shieldmaiden's defense, the red head's beauty was a reflection of the Divine One she served, so such a gaze could be simple reverence, no?<br/><br/>Finna made it through the caverns unscathed but was hurt full sore at seeing the state Aleria was in. She overed over the wounded wizard with an almost maternal concern. "No... You can't be left behind... If you stay here so will I... You will NOT be a sacrifice to the evil we fight... Nor will you be abandoned by this good company," she assured Aleria softly but meaningfully, promising her the protection of her shield arm and the strength in her sword arm. As Bree spoke up Finna nodded, "They stumble and fall, those who run fast... Though we all wish to exercise all haste in bringing our quest to an end... We can't do so over the bodies of our needlessly fallen compatriots. The corridor is the way to go..." she asserts, voicing her desire to avoid losing lives needlessly.