<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Serpent_long_hair_edition_by_memymine-d6fr1rs.jpg)</div><strong>Serge Renard: An Unlikely Mage</strong><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">Armor Class: <br/>Hit Points:  66 +15<br/>DR 4/Cold Iron<br/><br/>Active Spells<br/>Arcane Sight (8 hours)<br/>Endure Elements<br/>False Life (8 hours.)  <br/>Locate Creature (80 Minutes)<br/>Mage Armor, Greaer (16 hours)<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=687022<br/></div></div><br/>As Serge and Sim drew nearer to the lord's district, the tall man released his companion’s waist momentarily.  Closing his eyes, Serge chanted softly.  Holding the image of the vampiric arsonist in the front of his mind, he coiled the soft blue and silver force of the Weave through one of the pasterns in his soul and coiled it around that image.  “Her” he whispered in the middle of soft arcane chants.  “Show me her.”<br/><br/>A moment later he nodded quietly and opened his eyes.  Smiling down at Sim, he offered her his arm once more.  “Let's see what my art will reveal.”  He glanced ahead at the manicured lawns, then chuckled softly and shook his head.  “You’d think they could at least bring in some sheep to trim their grass instead of hiring servants to do it, then throwing all that good compost into the Rat Hills to rot with the garbage.”