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Health: [color=00aa00]300/500[/color]
Mana: [color=0072bc]1368/1600[/color]
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[b][u]Attributes[/u][/b]
Strength: 2
Agility: 7
Intelligence: 18

[b][u]Skills:[/u][/b]
Acupuncture: 4
Linguistics: 14
Smithing: 9
Unarmed Combat: 30

[b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b]
Cloth Armor
Cloak
Air-Walker’s Sandals - Grants user the ability to take up to 5 steps in the air.
Clothes (Cheap)
Wooden Talisman
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While the first visit to the dungeon had been a disappointment, this raid was glorious.  As they explored each new area and fought each new wave of wolves, Alisea grew more and more excited.  Thus far she had maintained her outward composure, but with each battle her urgency to move to the next had grown.  Not even the appearance of the two strangers and the brutality of their psychopath was enough to damper her excitement now.  Near now to the final area, as Karma gathered the party for a mass heal in preparation, Alisea pulled out her talisman to replenish her all-but-depleted mana.  Even keeping up on her Chakra Magic had barely brought her this far.  And she had relished every spell cast on their enemies along the way.

Now prepared, the party followed Reylan into their final battle, an impatient Alisea right on his heel.  They were met by three wolves.  Wolf-kin, rather; they were bipedal, though the magess didn’t doubt they could move frighteningly swift were they to drop to all four legs.  Even more interesting, though, was that they spoke.  A flash of fascination flew to Alisea’s eyes, but was quickly tempered by the knowledge she wouldn’t have a great deal of time to study this.

A tremendous roar cut the thought off entirely.  Ice raced through Alisea’s body, reaching into her very core with such intensity it burned.  For a moment she dared not move; shivers shook her frame.  Once the damage was done and the effect passed, a burning anger replaced the chill.  [color=ec338c][i]’How dare you.’[/i][/color]  Her eyes narrowed in a glare just as cold as the spell the lycan had cast.  [color=ec338c][i]’How dare you utter such absurdities.  How dare you challenge me.  [b]Us.[/b][/i][/color]

Reylan was giving orders.  Everyone was jumping to it readily, dividing off this way and that.  Alisea’s were simple:  destroy the wolf to the right.  But before that, she had a bone to pick.  [color=ec008c]”Someone must learn to keep his mouth shut,”[/color] Alisea spat, conjuring a Frost Bite.  If he liked ice so much, surely he would like this one.  She projected her magic straight at his grinning maw, trying to force the ice into his jaw.

Either her spell did nothing, or the wolf had so many hitpoints the effect wasn’t visible; either way, his health bar didn’t move a millimeter.  Alisea felt a little better for having done it, though, and now her task was to unleash every fury she held upon her designated minion.

Paralyze had already waded in, his terrific mace flying with abandon.  Shiba was circling wide, letting the marauder take the brunt.  That Alisea could agree with; she herself stayed several strides back, and the more hits their psychopath took, the merrier.  She had a brief internal debate about which she should help:  Paralyze, or the wolf.  But a desire to clear the dungeon won out, and she summoned first ice, then fire to her hands.

[color=ec008c]”Do try not to get hit,”[/color] Alisea whispered, far too quietly for the marauder to actually hear her.  Her magic plunged in, then Shiba, then a spell again—all the while Paralyze slugging away, seeming happy to trade blow for blow.
[hr]Summary:
Cast Frost Bite on Fenrir’s Herald
Cast Icicle Shot at Wolfkin Guard 2
Cast Fire Strike at Wolfkin Guard 2
Cast Chakra Magic on Alisea