<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>9 of 9<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str & Dex), Mage Armor (+4 AC) with less than a half-hour remaining, Poisoned (-2 Wis), Spider poison (-2 Str), Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 1 1st-level, 2 Elemental Ray<br/><hr/>Having experienced the previous vision, Bremorel was less disconcerted as she felt herself disembodied, and flashing to ... somewhere else.  She hadn't been certain, but had guessed this vision would somehow relate to the previous.  That did not appear to be the case, or not in any direct way at least.  She saw the camp - and remembering the whispered words, she was sure she was seeing reality, probably the present, though elsewhere... though she wished it could have been a mere projection, a false vision.  But no ... she was certain what she saw was what was happening, the thinly-populated camp, the soldiers all on the attack, only the injured and support staff left behind.  Not even all of them, as she knew some of the camp followers had insisted on taking up weapons and following the main force into the fray.  And a side of Lady Judith she'd never seen, that as far as she knew nobody had seen.  At the sight of the sneaky, reprehensible attack Bree wanted to shout, to will the steady old cook to run.  But she could do nothing, couldn't even see the outcome - though there was no need, there could be only one ending to tableau as she was ripped away... back, she thought, to the Spire, to the pool.  She had moments to witness the battle, still in full fury, and to think on Lady Judith - yes, Bree had had contact with her, but she had never known of the underlying unhappiness, though perhaps she'd guessed at it a little.  But she'd done nothing, but enjoy the good food and seeming good cheer of their unflagging supporter, Yustissa's confidante.  Surely she could not have affected this outcome, except... perhaps if she'd gotten closer to the cook, had talked through her demons, she might not have been so ready to throw her life away in a futile gesture.<br/><br/>A futile gesture... was that what Bree herself was engaged in?  It was just the two of them now - but no, there was still hope.  And there had to be... she was sure those skirmishers would massacre the poor folk left in the warcamp, massacre or worse... and then what?  Lie in wait for any soldiers returning from the battle, perhaps routed from another massacre?  In anguish, she imagined the attack failed, the army annihilated, not a single survivor to carry the knowledge of Hagan's treachery.  Then it would all really be for nothing - it could all go on until the next chance discovery, and then what?  Another trap?<br/><br/>If they could only turn this around... reach the paladin and Finna while those two could still fight, the odds might not be so long.  But she was still moving, not to the pool at all, but higher... and the floor dropped out from her, entirely.<br/><br/>It wasn't possible... yet her certainty was as great as before, she knew this was real, this was happening now.  Of course they'd taken far too long, sneaking through the twisting corridors, arguing, but... there must have been no battle, or only the briefest against impossible odds.  Only that could explain Fin's state, her complete defeat.  Bree's disembodied eyes were forced to see it all, the details of her lover's destruction; the shield maiden could protect no-one like this, the seemingly indomitable warrior a helpless, unresisting plaything for a stronger warrior... and the half-elf wasn't spared the wet sounds of forceful sex, the grunts and answering little cries, even the shining proof of Fin's response, her body giving in to her attacker, not resisting at any level anymore.<br/><br/>Her vision blurred, and she was back in the room, falling backwards from the pool to lie curled up on the floor, tears flowing from tightly-shut eyes.  Fin was lost, surely... and Bree wasn't unaware that she had left the Viking weakened, had kept her awake through the night before their greatest challenge... a challenge they had now surely both failed.  She should never have... last night, of all times, yet it was so glorioius, so beautiful... but she shouldn't have.  If there was even a chance it could have made a difference... to think her pleasure may have reduced Finna to this state, it was unbearable.<br/><br/>She could continue now, apparently.  But she couldn't really... she stayed tightly curled, weeping almost silently, balled fists striking the floor weakly.  If there'd been any hope that she and Hunter could overcome whatever opposition remained... but if Finna couldn't stand, there was no way.  That one orc would be too much for them, letting alone Hagan, and any others he may have with him.... her own Light spell expired unnoticed, unwanted.<br/><br/>