<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><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Fatigued<br/>Spells expended: 1 of 5 1st-level, 2 of 6 Elemental Ray<br/></div></div><br/>Fearing a tremor at any moment, Bremorel was quick through the catacombs and twisted labyrinth - of course Aleria, with her unhealed injuries and venom, could not be left behind.  But every pause brought the fear of a collapse upon them, and in her self-disgust, Bree chafed and began more snappish with the innocent Aleria.<br/><br/>Then the bridge was out - they would have to take the unknown, longer detour, the one where the half-orc had disappeared, seemingly a lifetime ago.  Bree couldn't even bring her name to mind at that moment - but it didn't matter.  Or... it wasn't actually much time that had elapsed, perhaps they would come across her after all?  Any reinforcement would be welcome.<br/><br/>Panting, Bree stared at Aleria.  "We're all tired."  She groused, and took a step toward the round-about route, then relented, though clearly reluctant.  "I won't rest easy until we're above ground" ... or even then, probably...  "But fine.  Let's rest here.  I might as well take first watch, as I don't feel like sleeping right now."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gameplay</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-03-21 13:02:23, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a2 DC: 14 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=73589) rolled a 1 ... yes, she's fatigued<br/></div></div>