<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/60747931277c74ee6bc7db9bd2176d33_%281%29.png)</div><strong>Holly Evermead</strong><br/><br/><strong>Day 8</strong><br/><br/>Over the last few moments, maybe a full minute, Shadavere had been hiding in a nearby tree, relating the occurrings bellow Holly as she followed.  Her conjured mount was very fast—twice as fast as a normal horse—but that only meant so much when the time came to weave between trees, over thick undergrowth, or the link.  Still silver haired girl made good time, and soon she emerged from the brush.<br/><br/>Holly waved cheerfully, trying not to let it show that she was aware of the tense moment she was walking in on.  “Nsia, Grant.  There you both are.”  Her coal black stallion pranced out into the middle of the foliage.  Like his mistress—untouched by heat, cold, or bracken in her skimpy dress—the mysterious steed seemed untouched by the twisted and sometimes toxic brambles.  “Nialda ran into some excitement and his majesty asked me to bring you back to the group.”<br/><br/>She glanced back the way she’d come.  Morgan had been following along in stealthy fashion.  Holly had cast a cantrip so they could whisper to each other at a distance and explained how it worked, so surely Morgan would use it if she was in trouble, or simply couldn't keep up.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP      77 +19<br/>AC      23 (23)<br/>CMD      25<br/>Perception:   +2 (+4 with Shadavere near.)  <br/>Initiative:    +12<br/><br/>Active Spells:  <br/>Arcane Sight, Extended <br/>Endure Elements<br/>False Life, Extended<br/>Phantom Steed, Extended<br/></div></div>