<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11     <strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Rested, retreating.  Mage Armor<br/>Spells expended: 4 of 5 1st-level, 0 of 6 Elemental Ray<br/>Healing salve: 13 uses available<br/>Loot (spread among the three women?) 14 sp<br/></div></div><br/>Now caught between an acolyte and the clearly-not-shamming Samedi, Bree felt a cold stone form in her core - this was hopeless!  Or... the only hope was that she might be struck down for a clean death, not the shameful life she had seen in the vision...<br/><br/>There was a chance, at least.  Flanking her as they were, the two opponents were also near each other.  She would have to risk a blow from the acolyte, but he seemed a lesser foe than Samedi.  She stepped away from the raging barbarian, alongside the nameless servant of Hagan.  Then she attempted to complete a spell before he could land a blow on her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">5' step away from Samedi (though still close to the acolyte, I think), then<br/>Casting <em>Sleep</em> on both</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Concentration if necessary - only if she's hit!</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-09-15 21:18:32, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=80303)<br/>Chantchantcha-Ooh, look at the pretty stars!<br/></div></div>