<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, <del>Magic Missile</del>, Magic Missile, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>2nd-Level Spells:</strong></span> <del>Blur</del>, Bull's Strength, <del>Acid Arrow</del>, Acid Arrow, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>3rd-Level Spells:</strong></span> <del>Haste</del>, Fireball</em><br/><hr/><br/>Shivering when she felt the wave of energy run through her body Faedra arched her back letting out a small moan but blushing immediately after. It just felt good to have even the last remnants of her wounds closing up and the bit of tickle the pain-killing magic left when it wore off, the wounds numbed but now knitted up and hidden, her flesh flawlessly fixed where a crude slash of a sword had torn before. She let out a breath of relief and looked at the direction of the creature, but shook her head.<strong>"Well, I'll be selfish this time."</strong>That said, she cast a simple spell, her<em>mage armor</em>, to summon a ghostly crimson glow of an ethereal armor forming on her before fading away, its presence unseen but the spell came in effect nonetheless.<br/><br/>Just in case the thing could reach into the circle, she didn't want to be taken out of the fight with the first slap because she did nothing to protect herself. Silently, she readied to follow up with Bull's Strength for Kreios afterwards, if she had the chance too so at least. Best put all her effort into preparing for the possible fight at least.