<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/>Finally seeing the other girl fall, Alonia felt a sense of relief and triumph fill her. She had bested the little harlot! Fast breaths came as her vision swam before her, but still, she had won and it filled with vindication and triumph. The pain was still there though, reverberating through her body with an uncanny strength that must have been supernatural in origin. She wondered how much longer it would last, and slowly felt her strength leave her. Her knees buckled and she found herself a second later kneeling on the ground.<br/><br/>With great effort she looked up at the Matron Mistress and barely got the words out. "If this was a test, I think I'm the one who passed it," she said with evident pride from the floor. "Lolth prides herself on our strength, and we can see which one is worth of Her blessing," she gasped out, slowly reaching to her feet once more. Standing tall, pride on her face she looked at the Matron Mistress. "If this is truly a gift, I thank you for it," she grasped the insignia before looking at the taller drow. At the very least, she would leave with her dignity intact. "Was there anything else, Matron Mistress?" she asks, the wounds on her body still evident, yet she asked for no help. Doing so would make her seem weak, and hopefully the passing of a few days would heal her. It was important though that she not allow the other acolytes to see her in this state, and she resolved to visit their quarters at the first opportunity to find something to hide the welts and bruises the snake-fangs had marked on her body.