<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Futanari with a few stiff points</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and newly-stiff nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 28 with <em>shield</em>, 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 112/128<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 24 (10 + Base + Dex) (22 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/>Shield: +4 AC, negates <em>magic missiles</em> (2 more minutes?)<br/>Abundant Ammunition (7 minutes)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 4 of 7 1st, 0 of 7 2nd, 1 of 5 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 1 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 7 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 11 Holy, 3 Merciful, 1 blunt (d6)<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane)<br/></div></div><br/>"Ha!  Take that!"  Rayne crowed a little, then remembering the onrushing Shadows, gulped and spun... but, as hoped, they lost their anchor to this place with the re-death of the lich, and soon were gone - really gone, not just hiding in the numerous shadows, she was quite sure.<br/><br/>"That's... oh-oh."  She didn't at all like the sounds of from all around... or the sights, as the ancient vaults started to give way.  "Quickly, let's go!"  She would have loved to paw through the sarcophagus for who-knows what wonders the lich may have accumulated, but she'd had an eye on his staff from the beginning - she had been toying with the idea of depriving him of it in the throne room, but the obscuring fog had foiled that intention.  But now there was nobody holding it - and unlike the sarcophagus, there was surely no reason to fear any sort of trap.  Racing forward, the swift archer scooped up the golden staff with her right hand, then made for the way they had come - delaying to help Youmu if necessary, but most likely bolting for the stairs up, and then further up, hopefully to open air or at least solid stone.<br/><br/>"I guess there's no sticking around to look for his phylactery, then?"  She managed a sidelong grin and comment as they ran.  She didn't know how long liches took to regenerate, but hopefully a very long time... and maybe the phylactery would be buried along with the rest of the lich's bolt-hole.