<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: 19 (Touch 18 [? {not sure if Force-effect applied or not}], Flat-Footed 16) || 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> <del>Mage Armor</del>, Shield, Enlarge Person, <del>Magic Missile</del>, Magic Missile, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>2nd-Level Spells:</strong></span> <del>Blur</del>, <del>Bull's Strength</del>, <del>Acid Arrow</del>, Acid Arrow, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>3rd-Level Spells:</strong></span> <del>Haste</del>, Fireball</em><br/><hr/><br/>Watching the situation and how it was developing, Faedra felt fairly certain her companions could survive this as long as they took that monstrous thing down fast. One more thing she could do, but she hesitated. Would it help them, or would it turn their odds for the worse? She wondered silently, but then decided that if the next blow was enough to make that thing collapse, it was worth it. She would be nearly depleted in magical power, but it would be worth it, hopefully.<br/><br/><strong>"Bigger is the hero in you, than your form would tell out loud, now stand up to proper height, and make your ancestors proud."</strong>Faedra's words were spoken hurriedly, as her hand lay against Kreios' back once more, and she released one more spell.<em>Enlarge person.</em>Having their warrior grow to a frightening size, and what's more, making his weapon grow as frighteningly big too, Faedra hoped it would be something that would make a bard's song one day.<br/><br/>Suitably epic, that was the term she was thinking.