<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>10 of 11 (-9 nonlethal)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Mage Armor (+4 AC, total<strong>16</strong>) with 2 h remaining, Light (periodically re-cast), Heroism (+2 morale bonus on skill checks, attack and saves),<br/><strong>Disarmed</strong>: elven curved blade on floor<br/>Spells expended: 5 of 5 1st-level, 5 of 6 Elemental Ray     Carrying box of healing salve, 29 of 30 doses left<br/><hr/>The thwack of the sap rattled Bremorel's teeth, and made the room dim and spin for an instant.  Struggling to stay conscious, very aware of the desperation of their situation, she somehow stayed upright and staggered back, twisting hands and words to shape a spell.   Perhaps the blow had been too much - the spell had no effect, and she was just fortunate not to be touched by the next swing of the sap.  She couldn't take another hit.  At leas Kursk had shifted his attention to Hunter for the moment.<br/><br/>Seeing no other option - barely seeing anything at all, with her vision and legs still a little wobbly - she took another step away from the orcs and summoned the last of her power for another attempt to bring down the sap-wielding thug.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Round 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative 12<br/>5' step back.<br/>Standard action: Sleep on Sapper<br/>Move action: Sheathing her dagger again, change of plans.<br/></div></div>