<div class="floatright">(http://cp12.nevsepic.com.ua/5-4/1358322081-0937099-www.nevsepic.com.ua.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arafel Olandir, Half-elf Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 - <strong>Touch</strong> 14 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 11<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +1 - <strong>Ref</strong> +4 - <strong>Will</strong> +0<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +4 - <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>Level 1:</strong> 4/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>Arafel's eyes roll as the ratfolk's back turns to him, not even deigning to reply to her words. It was obvious that he would take whatever responsibility was necessary for the skulks; that did not even need to be said. She was delusional if she thought that he had to answer to her, as if she had any stake in the going-ons of the town itself. She was a newcomer, and any interest she had in the town was circumspect at best. He, on the other hand, had been born in the town, and had fought time and again beside members of the militia and guard when the town was beset by the strange machines that at time burst forth from the ground in search of... who knew what. Did she have to deal with the Technic League's heavy taxes upon the town, the rising panic at the disappearance of the flame, and that of a valued member of the council? Had she seen the raw terror and despair in the eyes of the townsfolk, and talked with them to quell their worry and ease their fears? No, and she had no place to speak so, but he let it go. It would do nothing to raise her hackles--literally, at this point, and if she worked to find the Councilor and the rest of those who had come down, then he would support her and the others where necessary.<br/><br/>Seeing glimpses of the gremlin farther down the tunnel, he hurried forward, and heard the ratfolk raise a cry that would alert every inhabitant of this warren at their arrival. The sigh that escaped him was drowned by the din of her screech and he surged forward, past her--only to see another coming from the North-East. He quickly turned towards it, raising shield and weapon as he prepared to face it head on and unleashed a blow from the morningstar held in one hand.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Morningstar 21; Damage 7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4810014/)</div></div>