<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 18   HP 83     Skirt &amp; outfit generally damaged, but armour intact.<br/>Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 23 common arrows (+30 more in pack), 15 silvered, 19 cold iron, 3 Tangleshot, 1 Flare (for extraction)<br/></div></div><br/>Rayne felt no pain, but an alarming diminishment at the DM's casual attack - of course it was a demonstration, and ... if he was telling the truth about anything ... it was trivial compared to what he could do.  But the implications of his response... no, she couldn't think of that now, she had to focus on her remaining questions.  But she was shaken, visibly so, understandably so; no wonder then, that she was less than perfectly careful.<br/><br/>Much too late, she echoed Zombs' silent shout, "no no no that's not what I..." but the DM was obviously gone, and Ishtar was free, but collapsed.  Rayne remembered how Grogza had been devastated... but this was an NPC... but clearly the NPCs had some complex AI going on, themselves.  In the end, such distinction didn't matter too much - Rayne was far too immersed in EHO not to feel sympathy for a suffering creature of any sort, especially at such an emotional moment.  She rushed forward and kneeled next to the succubus, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of the much larger demoness.  "He's gone, he's gone... you're safe, and free now."<br/><br/>Ishtar might still have terribly useful things to tell them, but Rayne couldn't ask them now - circle or no circle.<br/>