<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><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>10 of 11<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Mage Armor (+4 AC) with 2 h remaining, Light (periodically re-cast), Heroism (+2 morale bonus on skill checks, attack and saves), Dazed for 1 round<br/>Spells expended: 2 1st-level, 3 of 6 Elemental Ray     Carrying box of healing salve, 29 of 30 doses left<br/><hr/>It was surely useless to argue with this monster, but his words - his reasoning were so outrageous, Bree couldn't quite hold back.  "Ridiculous... there are degrees of peace - and a better balance than perpetual war!  'God'... pah!"<br/><br/>The arrival of the two heroines had done nothing to shake Hagan's confidence, nor had they managed to take him by surprise, nor even to prevent him calling for help.  They'd have to watch for this "Kurk" ... but for now there was nothing to do but their best.<br/><br/>...and how pitiful that best was, as she watched the line of fire from her palm flash behind Hagan, unregarded.  She prepared to try another, when a horrible sensation swept across her, making her sway, then sag against the pillar.  She held onto her sword, but loosely, as her other hand pressed to her forehead, trying to clear this seductive, crushing feeling.<br/><br/>She could do nothing but try to stay upright, watching Hagan blurrily, hoping Hunter had a trick up her sleeve.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gameplay, Did not save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Will save: 1d20a4 DC: 18 Result: <strong>12</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60523)  Failed<br/></div></div>