<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> - 2<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>"A fight so soon?" Xysera mused, regarding the orcs before her unspoken companions. All were ready for a fight which was nice, and convenient. Perhaps they were brought here all together for a reason. The time for thought wasn't at hand however, there was a battle to fight! Xysera prepared her spell and cast a Scorching Ray at the foe, thoroughly missing the target save for one of the beams. A disappointing show of her magical power, but at least one Orc was hit with a burning ray of some substantial power. "Keep on the pressure, my unknown companions! Such pitiful Orcs will fall soon enough!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls - 17, 9, 8. Damage, 6</div></div>