<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SVgHqW2.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iona Viliulf (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300582.msg14694421#msg14694421)</span></strong><strong>AC</strong>: 14<strong>HP</strong>: -1 (dying)<br/><hr/>Seeing the wild wolf distracted for a moment, Iona mutters a few arcane phrases under her breath and lunges her hand toward Ria... But, as she does, her hand quivers, and the pale blue aura surrounding her trembling fingers flares, then dissipates, as she goes unconscious-- something in her chest giving way with a soft "pop" and a surge of fresh pain that brings the narrowing tunnel of black from the edges of her vision, until Ria drifts father and father away, and Iona's ragged breath becomes a jabbing, staccato rhythm in her chest until she eases slowly into the black.<br/>(Concentration check botched with a 1. HP reduced, stabilization roll 13 failed)