~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In<b><i>Mirnea's Cobblestone Chamber...</i></b><br/><br/>Mirnea coughed and hacked, her hand over her mouth that caught some speckles of blood, she hoped that her lungs were not punctured but she relented. She had trained quite extensive as a acolyte blood-mage, both in her fortitude and her overall toughness learned how to control her pain and injuries to continue to be the arcanic conduit for her blood god. She held her ribs in place as much as she could and seethed in anger at the squealing half fiend and cohorts in the room. Taking her knife, once again, she cut a gash across her arm as she focused her meta-magics, eliminating the need to move this time and once again empowering her arcanic energies with additional punch, she needed to finish this, no matter the cost. Her eyes went from amber to blood red once again as she cursed in her native tongue, "<span style="color: red">Mezolaneenar!</span>"<br/><br/>((Casting a Stilled Empowered Lightning Bolt Spell, Takes a 5th level spell per day slot and caster Level 15 damage is 10d6 x 1.5 again. Assuming I don't need a concentration check for this the following would occur))<br/><br/>Thunder and Lightning once again filled the chamber in another 120 feet area around Mirnea, burning all her enemies with the heat far greater than the sun surface as she finishes her channelling she collapses to the floor in excruciating pain.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>