<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/065/7/7/Dark_Elf_by_nJoo.jpg)</div><strong>Alonia Duskryn</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 4/27<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 18 (Touch 18, Flat-footed 11) (Total Defense)<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> +6 Fort, +4 Ref, +0 Will<br/></div></div><br/>Alonia barely batted away the kick aimed at her stomach, still unimpressed by the girl. It had been close, but she was still unimpressed by the attack. "Weak," she laughed preparing to counter with another punch to the girl's face, bringing her arms up clumsily, unaccostumed to fighting unarmed. Still, she was confident that she could take down the other neonate without a problem. As she prepared another punch she saw the matron mistress move and in a flurry of movements five snake-heads snaked out and dug into her soft skin. And then the pain.<br/><br/>It was worse than anything she had ever experienced before, a searing to the bone that rocked her entire world. She had no clue that you could<em>feel</em>this much pain, and it hurt so terribly. Gasping for breath, she sank to her knees as the snakes danced above her, threatening to strike again and again. Her eyesight dimmed to a sliver, but she fought against the pain. Her knees felt like they were coated in glue, her limbs felt heavy almost as though she were neck-deep in molasses, and she looked up into the matron mistress's eyes, feeling fear for the first time since entering the academy.<br/><br/>This. This was<em>true</em>power. Had she been of any other race, she probably would have felt respect, all things the same. And it was true, there was some of that. But it was twisted with jealousy and hatred for the woman who stood threatening over her. She can hear a voice screaming in pain, and only distantly realizes that it is her own voice, sounding strange and inhuman in its pain. The world was rimmed with red and she felt heavy. It would be easy, too easy to simply let it go, release her hold on consciousness, and lay down on the cold floor beneath her to cool her skin and escape the pain into the ease of unconsciousness.<br/><br/>No. She refused to accept that. She was<em>drow</em>, one of Lolth's favored race, and female at that. Pride forced her to her feet with a grunt. Distantly she knew that if the matron mistress attacked her once more she would be gone, but she refused to bow down to anyone. That was not the drow way, and if she let something as trivial as pain bring her down she would regret it for the rest of her life. Rasping gasps escaped her throat, her scarlet eyes flashing in hatred and anger. It was all she could do to try to defend herself, the pain too much to fight through. But at least she was standing. "Only with help... you have even a chance of taking me down... is that right?!" she heard the words distantly, and recognized the voice as her own, directed at the other girl. Unyielding, a challenge, and a promise too at that as she tried to recover from the pain wracking her body.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 damage taken, 4 HP left<br/><br/>Total defense<br/><br/>Saved against 4 of the Fortitude saves. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56938)<br/><br/>Pain duration 6 rounds. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56939)</div></div>