<div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd396/Shdwrnnr/Fantasy%20Pics/felf_roguefight-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>9 of 9<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str & Dex), Blessed (+1 atk, +1 save vs. fear), Mage Armor (+4 AC) for the next hour or so, Poisoned (-2 Wis), Spider poison (-2 Str), Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 1 1st-level, 2 Elemental Ray<br/><hr/>For a moment, as Yustissa removed her cloak, Bree's unconscious toyed with expanding the metaphor it had conjured up, though actually, removing that layer was a good idea.  Bree's own, tattered "skirt" was just as sodden, and she was far weaker... she loosed it and left it lying right there.  Just then, to her delight, the bobbing lights down the corridor heralded the return of two of their wayward members - still no half-orc, alas.<br/><br/>Muscles protesting with unusual effort, Bree got to her feet.  "Fin!  ... Aleria!  Welcome back!"  as soon as the wizardess was on her own feet, Bree rushed over to give Finna a warm hug... but something in the shieldmaiden's manner was troubling, and the half-elf looked uncertainly at Aleria... only now noticing that their wizardess' ill-fitting breeches were partly down... and she caught a glimpse of red lines, of bruises.  "What... happened?"  She couldn't understand how anything like this could have occured in the few minutes they were apart...<br/><br/>