<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Elven_Spellslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Scotsi Meridian</strong><br/><br/>“Be right out,” the red haired elf whispered.<br/><br/>Some might here her chanting softly, then—a few moments later, the slender redhead padded out into the night.  She was nude except for the belt that rode low on her hips and a few pieces of jewelry.  Her rifle was ready in hand.  The barefoot girl slipped across the sand ‘til she could get a look over the machinery, then paused behind a boulder for cover and tried to get a clear view of what was happening bellow.<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">Current AC: 17<br/>Current HP: 55<br/><br/>Active spells:  <br/>Defensive Shock: 3d6 damage (6 minutes.)  <br/>False Life (+16hp) 6hrs<br/>Mage Armor 6hrs<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=713725</div></div>