<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/>Bree blinked at the puff of dust, and frowned as she noticed a little momentary sway in some of her companions, but most of them showed no great effects.  Aleria, however, was sagging.  The half-elf moved so quickly, it was almost as if she had been awaiting just such an opportunity.  The slap of her palm against the wizardess' cheek sounded out over the clumsy movements of the animated corpses.  "Aleria!  Come on... through the door, quickly!" she hissed at her, grabbing at the hapless heroine's shoulder and coaxing her up and out of this horrible place.  Bree herself went through before Aleria, counting on the poor girl to follow.