<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> 14 (Touch 14, Flat-footed 11)<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> +6 Fort, +4 Ref, +0 Will<br/></div></div><br/>It was with elation that Alonia left the Matron Mistress's office, barely looking at the two guards that flanked her as she left triumphant. It had been a ways from Melee-Magthere to Arach-Tinilith, and she probably would not be expected to return immediately. But before then she had to find some way to hide her wounds--and heal if at all possible. Spotting a lone acolyte, obviously of clerical origin from the prominent holy symbol they wore and the way they carried themselves, Alonia approached.<br/><br/>"Hail to the Spider Queen's chosen," she said, jealousy obvious on her face at not having been chosen. "Heal me, for I have just won a grand fight and proved my worth in our Mistress's eyes," Alonia continued, eyes shining from having bested the other girl and shown herself to have been the superior one, worthy of Lolth's favor.