<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> 14/16 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 15 - <strong>CMD</strong> 11<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +3 - <strong>Ref</strong> +4 - <strong>Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5 - <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>Level 1:</strong> 3/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/>Charge (-2 AC)<br/></div></div><hr/>"Vaaaaal..." Arafel sighs, and is already charging forward as Ryssa calls on him. He takes flying leap, putting him directly in the path of the robot and swings his morningstar in an arc as he attempts to put a dent in the robot's metal hide. Archaeologists. Always messing with things and getting attacked while trying to scavenge long-dead technological monstrosities. Figured that it would happen again. Only this time he was deep underground without a contingent of other militia guards he trusted at his back, and he was far from certain that the four of them could take this thing down when things like it brought down half-a-dozen men before being brought down.<br/><br/>His only hope was that the creature was not somehow alerting others of its kind to their presence. As long as that was not the case, and they survived this, perhaps their mission wasn't lost.<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">Charge: [1d20+6] = 15+6 = 21 Damage: [1d8+3] = 5+3 = 8 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=57334&amp;macid=0)</div></div>