<em><strong>Faedra Crimson, Elven Wizard (5) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8884)</strong></em><br/><em>Hit Points:  31/31 || 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, Magic Missile, Magic Missile, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>2nd-Level Spells:</strong></span> Blur, Bull's Strength, Acid Arrow, Acid Arrow, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>3rd-Level Spells:</strong></span> Haste, Fireball</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"As you say."</strong>Faedra nod her head to Kreios and turned to face the boats. She decided to take a couple of seconds still, waiting for the cleric's interpretation of the situation first. She was not sure what the people in the boats were, she was not as hasty as to claim they were servants of the mage but she could not be sure now could she? Especially after they washed ashore after the wreck happening so close to this place anyway.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Assuming the cleric did not say anything to interrupt her:</em></span><br/><br/>Faedra's hands rose as she began the chant, her fingers moving to weave a circle of flame in the air with a fingertip, as the spell took shape soon, the flame twirling between her fingertips, her hand flirting with the spell she was putting together.<strong>"Subject of Flame..."</strong>She turned her eyes to the boats, and for a moment her figure appeared like she had suddenly erupted in flames, a crimson glow around her, a signature marking her, the crimson glow an effect of magic she seemed to have with most of her noticeable spells at least.<br/><br/>The next instant, the ball of flame grew before her hand from a pearl fitting between fingertips to a size of an apple, and again to resemble a ripe melon. Her hands both pushed ahead together in a shoving motion, bowled with her fingers surrounding the flame.<strong>"...Burn!"</strong>The ball of flame launching itself at the closer one of the boats, flying straight and set to explode so it would engulf as much of the boat as it possibly could.<br/><br/><em>((OOC: Fireball, DC 19, Reflex Halves it, and Damage is 5d6. ))</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Assuming the cleric <strong>did</strong> say anything to interrupt her:</em></span><br/><br/>Faedra blinked and paused, for now, nodding her head to the man.<strong>"Alright, I'll hold back a moment, but if they come ashore to kill us and you fail to protect me I'll come back to haunt you."</strong>She said this seriously, but chuckled. She trusted in her allies, though she was holding some reservations about letting an enemy walk up close, but shrugging, she took some steps away, towards Celestia.<br/><br/>She did her best to stay close enough to Kreios though, that she could cast a spell to haste his movement if that became necessary. She did not want to leave him fighting with just his usual power. While impressive, she believed in multiplying the force their group could put into a fight.