<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Profane Gift (Telepathic link to Ishtar, +2 Dex)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 6 of 6 2nd, 4 of 4 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Quiver: 10 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 2 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 11 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 10 Holy<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 5 +1 Dragon Bane, 10 Holy arrows)<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Since I can look through the items, I'll go ahead and have Rayne purchase the Lenses of Detection, subtracting another 1750 gp.  She won't normally wear them - oh, vanity!  But they could be useful for tracking, if conventional tracking becomes an issue for the Stag....</div></div><br/>Rayne tried out the Lenses Lizzie had prepared - they made her look rather more bookish, sort of cute in their way, but she thought they wouldn't go with her general look, so tucked them away for special occasions.<br/><br/>"You all take care.  Don't slay Telethrax without me!  Well, unless you have to."  She grinned at her friends' reassuring confidence.<br/><br/>Charlatania and the unfortunately-stuck XxxHawtAzn69xxX - Rayne remembered their state when she'd first met them.  Encountered them, really, and defeated them, luckily for all concerned.  "Ohh... that's so sweet!  You didn't have to, but... it's great!"  She clasped the cloak over her shoulders and gave a little spin, watching it billow out.  "Oh, I love it!  And I could surely use the resistance, especially."  She hopped up to give them both a hug.  "Now I won't fall of Dixon half-way, either.  I'll be back as soon as I can."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was partly the practice, but probably also partly the new cloak: Rayne felt more comfortable in Dixon's saddle, soaring over the still-repairing city wall.  She took one quick loop to admire the transformation of Port Lannis, then guided her griffon to Stag's End, going by the directions and advice the others had given her.  The way the road wound back and forth, she was cutting her travel time by a lot, not even considering the greater speed of Dixon compared to Horse.  She guessed it would take three times as long on horseback... certainly twice.  This was the way to travel!<br/><br/>Even so, as the shadows lengthened and her hunger rose, she felt like she wouldn't mind getting out of the saddle for a bit.  Dixon would probably not mind the break either.  But still - she eyed the upcoming Blighted Wood area with distaste, her own inclination aligning nicely with her half-elf heritage.  Those green woods were far more inviting.<br/><br/>She could pass through the zone tonight yet, and make the town early, resting in relative comfort - if Stag's End was intact!  The alternative had to be considered ... and even with the move to a room in an Inn, she'd been cooped up in Port Lannis for quite a while now.  To have a campfire, and sleep under the stars had its own appeal.  She fairly itched to try out the effect of her bow against the creatures of the night she'd no doubt find flying over the zone ... but there'd be time enough to fill some hapless shambling undead with glowing arrows.<br/><br/>"Let's go down, Dixon.  I bet you could use a drink, and some rest."  She had a hunk of meat wrapped up for him too, a major weight in her inventory, and she wanted to give him that tonight before it spoiled.  She attempted to alight in a relatively green patch, outside the actual zone, where she could still gather some wood and enjoy a fire and warmed-up rations before bedding down for the night.  She had been one of those who quite liked the EHO rules giving disadvantages to sleeping in armour, but was still glad her chain shirt was light enough to permit rest without stripping down in these circumstances!  Still, she'd have to rely on her own luck, and Dixon's awareness, to rouse her if there were trouble tonight.<br/><br/>Once the fire died down most of the way, and assuming nothing else drew her attention, she'd fold herself into her bedroll, hand resting on the shaft of her bow.<br/>