<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 didn't understand what Zombs' warning was for - she thought it might just be the remainder of his attempt to stop her foolish, idiotic mistake with the questions earlier.  She had really fouled that up... but on the other hand, the DM had given them three pieces of information still, by telling them their bodies were being supported.  Or... something....<br/><br/>She stayed close to the demoness, but did not try to press her comfort on her.  This was something no monster AI would have been programmed to handle ... but her reactions were so realistic, so in line with what one would expect, that she could not but mirror it with her own reactions.  Sympathy was clear in Rayne's voice as she spoke, softly... though not without pointing out that she and the succubus faced a common enemy.  "That... was called a 'DM', and he has unparalleled power over this world.  We hope to find a way to overthrow him - for otherwise he can do ... that ... again, or almost anything else.  You know that many of us... "  she gestured at the assembled PCs "...have a sort of dual-nature.  It's something like how you can be on one plane, but projected here... well, his power comes from the plane where our other selves are located, but we are... cut off from them, unable to return."<br/>