(I always use<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> this one</a>.)<br/><br/>Niada's eyes flared, and a slow, mildly psychotic smile spread across the gnome's face. She was a foul thing, a combination of the floral, light-hearted feyfolk, and the sadistic and tyrannical red dragons -- a creature made up of conflict and arcane power. Clawed hands lifted up and the girl's purplish eyes began to glow a faint reddish color, giving them a nearly kaleidoscopic effect of reds and blues. A few words, a few whispers, a few gestures of her sharp, strong fingertips, and a pair of twisting, arcing missiles fired forth from her hands.<br/><br/>Each missile took the shape of a screaming fanged mouth, little squeals of sound following each bolt as they sped unerringly towards their targets. Each missile snapped into the chest of the orc Niada chose as its target, rocking into them with arcane, draconic force.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>