<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/>Coughing on the beach and slowly trying to pull herself up on her knees, Faedra looked around for her surroundings. Her blonde hair framed her face, tangled and sandy after being washed ashore. Her clothes still felt wet, the long black and red robe of hers clinging to her form. The memories from earlier came to her mind and she slowly began to pull herself up. "Oh by Nethys dual nature, I'm glad to be alive and wishing at the same time I wasn't, I must look like a corpse."<br/><br/>Standing and brushing her hands to her robe's surface, she cast a look around. "I will just<em>have</em>to get my hands on some of those spells cast earlier!" Shaking her head, she sighed heavily and groaned, looking around for the others, before closing her eyes and focusing. "Prestigio." Her hand gestured at her outfit, and a flash wind blew touching only her own figure, blowing the sand out of her hair. She still had things to take care of though. "Prestigio." She repeated, the next rush of hot wind blowing over her, caressive almost as her outfit began to dry swiftly. She checked her rings were in place, and reached up to feel the amulet was where it should be.<br/><br/>Dreadful moment followed as she gazed into his backpack, and at her spellbooks. If they had been soake,d she would be ruined. Thankfully, the bag of holding had worked, with its mouth shut her gear was safe. Feeling a great relief over the discovery she sighed and smiled.<br/><br/><em>"So if you are done blowing hot air up your skirt how about you dry me too?"</em>Sir Percival stepped next to her, a clearly unhappy look on his face. Smirking a bit, Faedra focused and repeated the two castings earlier, to get the sand out of the feline's fur and to dry up the fur then. Casting a look around, she worried about her companions though.<em>"Do I need to remind you I hate baths? I have to lick myself clean later to get my fur the way I like it, and then, despite my complaints, we go on a boat. A boat! That's asking to get wet, and I mean, really, did we have to take a tour of the bottom of the ocean? My poor paws are not meant for swimming!"</em>The insistent voice from the cat made Faedra turn her attention to it. "Please not now, Percy. We have to find the others." She stepped ahead, to go look around a bit.<em>"They're here. You are just looking at the wrong direction."</em>The cat meowed, turning to show her the way.<em>Figures, Percy's been up and exploring and never bothered to think about waking me up.</em>