<hr/>Health: 8    Mana: 9     Virtue: 19<br/>Holy staff (equipped)  leather corset (eq) white dress (eq)<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh, goddess, no!" Jillian cried to the heavens. She was climbing as fast as she could through the tree, cursing at herself for using fire and setting the thing ablaze. And now she felt the tendrils of the horrible monster at her dress! She would NOT let herself be captured and tormented again!<br/><br/>Finding a place on the tree where she could be steady for a brief moment, Jillian focused. Her head was swimming from fear and exertion and the smoky air, but she forced all of that away and summoned her power. She reached over her shoulder and grasped her staff, the focus of her spiritual might, and cast a spell to make herself as light as intangible as fog. If it worked, she should be able to float the rest of the way to the tree-village, safe from the grasp of the vine.