<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Wiped out, stripped, bound, caged</strong><br/><del>AC 19  (touch 15, flat-footed 14, -2 against improvised weapons)</del>, HP 12/105 (max 94 due to CON damage)<br/><br/>Profane Gift (Telepathic link to Ishtar, +2 Dex)<br/>Movement halved due to foot injury: speed 17'<br/>CON damage: -2 (now 11)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 5 of 6 2nd, 4 of 4 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 3 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 7 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 2 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 5 Holy, 3 Merciful<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 8 Holy arrows)<br/><br/>Dixon HP: 42<br/></div></div><br/>"Well... I saw<em>some</em>of that."  Rayne was speaking in elvish, a simple switch - and she could hear how it sounded different than common, even though it still sounded like English to her.  There was just something about the essence of the words, the tone, which marked it as unmistakeably elvish.  She could also hear the relief in her voice - even with the obviously mundane collar, she hadn't been sure what shape Sylvia's mind would be in, or if she would respond at all.  Apparently it was no problem... and Rayne giggled too, echoing Sylvia.<br/><br/>"Whew!  You had been worried, and feeling so guilty..." her face returned to a look of concern, but then broke out into a grin again, a little exaggerated because she really was relieved.  "...I didn't know you should have been thinking me for... taking that dive in the fight."  Rayne shook her head, and winced.  She shut up when the orc ordered it, and stayed quiet long enough to listen in.<br/><br/>In case Sylvia didn't have orcish in her list, Rayne provided a brief summary.  "They're handing us off... selling us maybe?  ...to the dwarves.  Really?  I know dwarves and elves are, well... but still.  These are damned orcs!  I can't believe they're on trading terms!"  Not that she knew much about how the various humanoid races actually got along out here ... generally they were simply lumped into "shoot on sight" or "possible traders" as far as how she treated them.  Used to treat them, that is.<br/><br/>She nodded along to Sylvia's report of what happened after Rayne went down.  "Yeah... I'd say someone had it in for me, except I don't want to think that."  She glanced down.  "I thought the binding looked too good to be orc work ... thanks, Sylvia.  Neat job - but I'm nowhere near being able to do anything like this."<br/><br/>"I have lockpicks and so on... but I wouldn't be able to use them,<em>and</em>those oafs are probably sitting on them.  And I have exactly one spell I could cast like this:<em>Spark</em>, which could make a distraction, but not a big enough one to get our gear back and get free, darn it."  She frowned in thought.  "I could try to piss them off so badly they kill me, but... umm, I'm not sure they would, and I'd just as soon not make them only half that mad."<br/><br/>Without a good prospect of her actions doing anything but attracting unwanted attention, Rayne chose to rest - she wanted to be in condition to take an opportunity if one did come.  And, despite hearing the orcs talk of how the dwarves would be happy to have elvish prisoners, she still suspected she'd much rather be in dwarf hands then have these orcs think of what they could do with their now-conscious fumble princess.<br/>