<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> 4/9 - <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/>Being burned was one of the worst sensations possible. Flesh seared, nerves burning under the heat and the slight smell of charred meat along with the horrifying awareness that the sweet smell came from another sentient being. It was terrifying, but Arafel knew that in order to protect the others he would be unable to take a step back lest they be turned upon next. He just hoped that he would be able to survive the onslaught as he held himself fast. His ears heard the jibes of the ratfolk, but he chose to ignore them. They were nothing compared to the grinning creatures beneath his feet, each one trying to remove his entrails from within his body with their wickedly curved, if small, swords. And so he concentrated on keeping them occupied, giving them a larger target while the others helped as best they could--or decided not to, in which case they were already doomed from the start. A part of him wistfully wondered if it was so, if they would find a way to reignite the town's flame, or if one of the newcomers for some reason wanted them to fail. Perhaps that is why fire had been rained upon him, while the creatures appeared entirely unhurt. Perhaps the witch had known about it, and even now secretly cackled at the sight of him wounded, readying another strike to fell him truly.<br/><br/>No, he couldn't think like that, and chided himself for the thought. If he wanted to succeed, to save the town and its people, he would need to maintain his trust that the others were working in good faith, as best they knew how at any rate. And so he simply gritted his teeth, and concentrated on showing gleaming metal to the tiny creatures, having them concentrate on his hide rather than on the people who, despite throwing jibes and taunts at him, setting him aflame and burning him, were his allies.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Readied action: If the creatures both stay in Arafel's square and attack him, he will use his readied action to take Total Defense.<br/><br/>On the other hand, if either move out of his square, he will attack it.<br/></div></div>