<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> 8/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 - <strong>Touch</strong> 8 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 15 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<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> 2/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><em>Blinded</em><br/></div></div><hr/>"I--I can't see either," Arafel's voice quavers as he realizes his predicament. He takes a step or two towards the sound of the others, stumbles on a small step, and falls to his knees. An outstretched hand touches something warm and wet. In confusion, he follows the source of the blood and touches cloth, a pants leg, and within it--Corrag. It was unmistakably the half-man, none of the others had muscles of that size and a leg the breadth of a young tree. And the liquid... his thumb rubs against his two front fingers and he can feel the sickening glistening of blood. "You're hurt!" he exclaims in surprise. "At least I can take care of this, if nothing else," he mutters, anger mounting slightly with himself as he casts the spell to heal the wounded man.<br/><br/>While the spell is cast, his own mind races. How long would the blindness last? Would they be struck with this illness forever? Or perhaps should they go back and ask the town priest for help? So many decisions, and himself at the epicenter. He was certain that he would bear the brunt of the blame should any of their number be left behind or not return home, and he felt sick with a combination of fear and loathing at his own weakness. He had felt the strange creature's gaze twist his eyes inward, but had not been strong enough to resist whatever enchantment it had been that had left its mark upon him. But most of all, he feared his surrogate mother's gaze upon him if he failed in his task. She had been proud of him. But to fail on this mission of utmost importance would be devastating, and he knew just how disappointed she might be, a fear that caused his throat to tighten.<br/><br/>No. He had to be strong now. Now more than ever. He schooled himself, first his mind, then his voice. Let no hint of fear enter his voice, or else the entire expedition would go South. "We'll wait here for a while. Hopefully the ... blindness," the word was hard for him to say, as though his own body was betraying him, "will pass. If it doesn't, we'll return. Hopefully someone can lift it from us in town. Either way, we'll need to press on. The town is counting on us to pull through. And we must. Let's wait awhile," he repeats again, blindly crawling to a nearby wall to rest his back on as he waited, and hoped that the blindness would pass.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">CLW on Corrag for 2 HP (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4703321/).</div></div>