<div class="floatright">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/064/7/c/7c496429774b2f17f79b6744947f0795.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 23   HP 13/94   Speed: 65'   Dex 24<br/>Cat's Grace (+4 Dex)<br/>Haste (extra attack when using full attack, +1 attack, +1 AC, +1 Reflex, +30 speed)<br/>Heroism (+2 attack, +2 saves, +2 skill checks)<br/>Protection from Evil (+2 AC, +2 saves)<br/>Resist Energy (10 acid)<br/>Profane Gift (Telepathic link to Ishtar, +2 Dex)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 5 of 5 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Quiver: 6 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 2 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 16 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Greater Dragon Slaying<br/>     (pack: 40 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows)<br/>Bow missing somewhere in Telethrax' lair<br/></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Flashback: the night before the battle</em></span><br/><br/>The arcane archer felt thoroughly drained, as she lay foggily, happily, in her bed entwined with Ishtar.  A quick, automatic check confirmed it was only a feeling, not a literal draining, but still it was so complete, affecting Rae-lynne through the interface with a warm, content sluggishness of mind.  Rayne grinned at the demoness, toying with the edge of one wing curiously.<br/><br/>"Oh, the beginning... there'd be nothing left of me but a puddle, if you kept that up."  The eyes that looked into Ishtar's showed the open-hearted glow of post-coital bliss.  "And yes, a very big day tomorrow."  She pressed herself more closely into the succubus' embrace, closing her eyes and letting the warmth carry her into sleep.  Tomorrow, they would deal with the dragon, or die trying....<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><em>The battle vs Telethrax</em></span><br/><br/>...or so she had thought.  Some<em>had</em>died, but there was a chance to save the rest.  And the dragon?  In the sewers, badly weakened, but they no longer had the upper hand.  Rayne herself couldn't withstand even a minor hit from the dragon anymore.<br/><br/>She could still feel how her hand had swept through the empty air, moments after Telethrax' tail had whipped away.  "Nooo!" she had shouted in frustration, then again in anguish as the dragon's parting breath had laid low half the B team.  She stood there, swaying and catching her breath, as the dragon dove into the sewers out of reach, out of sight.  She accepted her bow gratefully, though a little stunned at this reversal when the dragon had been nearly downed.  And it had been her one wild shot that had brought this all down on them.<br/><br/>The half-elf scanned the room, the downed figures, the sound of approaching "servants' of the dragon.  There was the confrontation between Sabrith and Starstrike, the resounding slap echoing in this soggy chamber, and then eyes on Rayne.  She stood there, not far from done-in herself, her skin red in patches, her armour eaten away here and there by the dragon's breath.  Her eyes flicked to the sewer where the dragon had gone... then she slipped the arrow from her hand back into her quiver.<br/><br/>"We hit him hard today, and he won't be back soon.  Now we deny him his ... his breeders.  And we gain them... who knows what powerful players might be trapped here?  We'll find Telethrax, and hunt him down, another day."<br/><br/>"Get them out of here.  And... first, any collared ones, remove the collars.  Who knows where they'd re-spawn if still under his control?"  In the heat of the moment, she couldn't remember if they'd worked this out... did the collars come off at death?  She thought perhaps the "victor" had to choose how to handle a downed, collared foe... and she didn't want to lose any of these to the dragon, now that she had given up on pursuing him.<br/><br/>"Zombs?  Are you here?"  Rayne faced the sewers and cast a<em>Web</em>across one of the entrances to the surface, to stop or delay Telethrax' followers.  Then she moved forward to protect the others, bow reassuringly in hand again, and prepared to buy the rescuers time.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls &amp; OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reflex: : 1d20a13 DC: 23 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79147) <strong>Failed</strong>, a little run of bad luck.<br/><br/>Above, I had her put her Slaying arrow back in her quiver, for the dramatic effect, but of course it might be destroyed by the miss, I don't know.  It would have been if fired, not sure what to think when used like a dagger!<br/><br/><br/>Cast <em>Web</em> across a sewer entrance to stop or delay some of the dragon's minions.  If she has time, she'll also gulp down her potion of Cure Serious Wounds<br/></div></div>