<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Staggering away, a little hope creeping back in</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and 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 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 2 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd<br/>Without bonded object, need Concentration (+10 vs. DC = 20 + spell level) to cast<br/>Longbow +1<br/></div></div><br/>"Starstrike?"  Rayne voice lifted a bit out of her post-orgasmic fog, jolted by the unexpected mention of her friend.  The screen made more sense... if anyone could do that, it was Teagan.  But did that mean she had learned something more about the game, gained some new access?  "Wow, we definitely need to talk."  How could Starstrike be here?  And it sounded like Youmu might have others too... Rayne's confidence soared.  They really were getting out of here!  And there should be no problem with retrieving her items, and Sylvia's too - she knew just where to look.<br/><br/>"Anti-divination ward, boss' room, got it.  I'll try, depending on the situation up there."<br/><br/>Not only was her voice becoming sharper, her mind, too, seemed clearer - having a plan surely helped with that.  There was still more wobble in her legs than she'd prefer, but even that was easier to ignore, propelled by necessity, and with a new dose of hope to inoculate against fear of the odds against them.<br/><br/>"Stay safe... Sylvia, I'll try to bring your things."<br/><br/>Then she was off, scrambling up the ramp a short distance, turning, and pressing her hands to her head, trying again to master the slippery threads of power that would form a web.  Again she was frustrated, and she took a deep breath, tried to ignore the noises from the gladiator's prep room, and tried again.  Success!  Thick mats of web were soon strung through the intersection, side-to-side and top-to-bottom.  "That's more like it!"  Then she spun on her heel, skirt flaring to reveal everything - nobody was around, fortunately - and headed up-ramp to raid the store-room.<br/><br/>She thought of the various monsters still locked in their cages near the prep room.  "Poor things... nothing I can do."  Perhaps they'd even serve as a distraction - a terrible thing to wish, but... the one she cared to save, the harpy, was already lost.<br/><br/>She pulled her ill-gotten key out, ready to let herself into the room.  If she was lucky, all that excitement last night had had nothing to do with the dead clerk, or perhaps he hadn't been found.  Or... all that mattered... if he had been, the chests would have remained undisturbed.  She remembered the chests well... she'd try to pick hers first, then Sylvia's... should she then look into the one that had been listed as particularly valuable?  No, no... the delay was too much, she had to get out of here.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Concentration: 1d20a10 DC: 22 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95098) missed by <em>that</em> much!<br/>Concentration: 1d20a10 DC: 22 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95099) a squeaker!  Sheesh!<br/></div></div>