<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kelvAk2.jpg)<br/>Tanith Reis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270602.msg13336046#msg13336046)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 75<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 31<br/><strong>Major Aura:</strong> None<br/><strong>Minor Aura:</strong> None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><hr/></div><br/>The fallen paladin accepted her ring and listened silently to the others as they spoke, stewing in her hatred from the moment Adrian arrived. Her fists clenched tightly, clashing emotions playing out in her mind. Every muscle in her body wanted to lash out, to attack that monster where he stood and end him, and yet she felt a flood of guilt, of shame, for having such thoughts. She bit down on her lip, hard enough to puncture skin, trying to center her mind, to focus on the one feeling, the one thing that she knew was real, that she knew was her own: Her hate.<br/><br/>Still, she listened. She listened as they discussed their new unlives, their freedoms and their restrictions. Each rule another barb causing her pain, but at his talk of ending him, she felt a fire inside of her. Some great, dark ambition. Her hate became something tangible, a goal, a mission. Her fists relaxed, her mind made up.<br/><br/>When she spoke up once more, voice grim and determined, she said, "Enough talk. Gehenna thirsts. Where is our first conquest?"