<em><strong>Faedra Crimson, Elven Wizard (5) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8884)</strong></em><br/><em>Hit Points:  27/31 || Armor Class: 15 (Touch 14, Flat-Footed 12) || Fort: +2, Ref: +4, Will: +5</em><br/><strong><em>Spells Prepared:</em></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cantrips:</strong></span> Detect Magic, Light, Ray of Frost, Prestidigitation, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>1st-Level Spells:</strong></span> Mage Armor, Shield, Enlarge Person, <del>Magic Missile</del>, Magic Missile, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>2nd-Level Spells:</strong></span> <del>Blur</del>, Bull's Strength, <del>Acid Arrow</del>, Acid Arrow, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>3rd-Level Spells:</strong></span> <del>Haste</del>, Fireball</em><br/><hr/><br/>Faedra shivered a bit but staring at the gathering lights and energy she drew a deep breath.<strong>"Unless one of you wants to fight something more powerful than I could summon, I suggest we get out of here, quick! That's a summoning circle, <em>fueled by dying people!</em> That kind of thing is certainly for fanatics, even if they die they serve their twisted God bringing more trouble to us!"</strong>She was in no mood to die today, she had come way too close already once. Staring at the lights she turned to look at everyone.<br/><br/><strong>"We should go. Now."</strong>It wasn't that Faedra was a coward as such, but something that was more powerful than she could conjure up meant it was powerful enough they would have a hard time with full resources too, and her buffs were wearing out shortly, she had not kept exact count but she thought the Haste at the very least was about to fizzle.<br/><br/>Then she remembered the magic circle.<strong>"Wait! We are in the circle you made, can it prevent that thing from coming at us? Better yet, can you cast another, <em>around</em> that beam of light? If we could contain whatever is coming, or refuse it prey altogether if the circle's magic is strong enough for that, it would be a solution as well."</strong>