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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7115158" data-attributes="member: 6801229">Ever since Harriette the Earnest was disqualified in the regional harpoon catching competition finals, for catching a harpoon in her chest, her vocal sentences had to be formed of five syllables or less before having to gasp for a breath. At this point she would cast Gust into her lungs to re-inflate them.The piercing harpoon (still stuck in her) did one good thing though: Harriette the Earnest discovered that she could absorb elements of any attack and shield others from harm. It was almost as if she had stone skin, a shield of faithful muscles if you like, that gave her some sort of protection from energy. Arrows were even drawn to her, “Just-lu-cky-I-guess……Whhhhhgust!” As she cast gust into herself, another five syllables spent. Harriette was a Pa-Ran-La-Din-Ger a strange mix of two classes mentioned in a previous post. Luckily, one that she could pronounce with her limit of syllables.She espied in the distance two humanoids and a large flagon of flounce trailing behind. They were strange creatures to look at with their long chins dragging along the floor and their luminous horns. The Paranladinger could see the essence of a dilemma approaching. As they neared, she started the conversation."Nice heels""Thanks/Thanks" They both replied in unison.......</blockquote>