<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),<br/>Spells expended: 3 1st-level, 4 of 6 Elemental Ray     Carrying box of healing salve, 29 of 30 doses left<br/><hr/>Bree let out a short, soft curse as she watched her latest attack fizzle to nothing just short of Hagan's skin.  He was withdrawing - and why shouldn't he?  The four orcs that now entered were surely more than a match for the two weakened heroines.  Still, there was nothing but to fight, right to the bitter end.  Even more bitter - Hagan was taking Yustissa, no quick martyrdom for that noble paladin.  Just as there hadn't been for Finna... Bree wanted to strike this Kursk down, to destroy him, but she had little confidence left in her own capability.  Well, she would do all she could.<br/>Finding she could stand again, she did so, moving slightly toward the balcony.  She saw Yustissa's magical sword - surely that would be a great help in the right hands, but those hands weren't hers.  She had talent with only one blade, and she hoped that would be enough.  "Sure, run away, oh 'god'.  And as for you ignorant brutes..."<br/>Her left hand made a scooping gesture, then swept across her body, as she spoke her own words of power in the hope of downing an orc or two.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gameplay, stand, then Sleep</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative 12<br/>Move action: stand up<br/>5' step toward balcony<br/>Cast <em>Sleep</em>, targeting into the cluster of orcs, presumably the lead two are weakest....<br/></div></div>