<div class="floatright">(http://static.zerochan.net/Fujiwara.no.Sai.full.1613342.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Okibura Ness, Half-Elf Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 46/46 / <strong>Init</strong> +6<br/><strong>AC</strong> 27 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 26 / <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +10 / <strong>Ref</strong> +10 / <strong>Will</strong> +10<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells</strong><br/><strong>1st level:</strong> 8/8<br/><strong>2nd level:</strong> 7/7<br/><strong>3rd level:</strong> 4/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>Okibura walks forward boldly, forsaking the protection that the others grant by their nearness until he is by ten feet from the closest of their assailants. "So, you wish to feel my wrath directly?" he asks, his voice losing any of its melody through the grating stone-like mask, but nevertheless potent in power. "Perhaps you wish to taste a fraction of my power then," he says, eyes flashing with the barest hint of anger from behind the concealing mask. The glow about Marcus fades as he distances himself from the man, and words of divine power ring out in the alley. "Suzaku! Guardian of fire and smoke! I summon you from the East! Lay waste to these who would stand before your might and reduce them to nothing with the power you hold! I call upon you in this hour of need! Let your cry fill the empty waste, and bring the little death to those who would thwart your faithful!"<br/><br/>From the outstretched hand holding a simple fan, a small bird of flame appears. It looks around for a moment, regal in its appearance before setting its eyes upon the thugs. Opening its maw, it unleashes a soundless cry which bursts forth in strange colors and lights that illuminate the alley in shimmering colors that cause momentary headaches in all those who witness it. Its purpose done, the phoenix gives one last cry before disappearing in a gout of flame.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving to AG50 and casting Color Spray (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/c/color-spray) against the four thugs. Their effective HD against the spell are 6 lower for the purpose of this spell.<br/><br/>Color Spray vs. Will (DC 11 + their normal Will saving throw modifier):<br/>Thug 1: [1d20+7] = 14+7 = 21 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=62147&amp;macid=0)<br/>Thug 2: [1d20+7] = 17+7 = 24 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=62148&amp;macid=0)<br/>Thug 3: [1d20+7] = 2+7 = 9 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=62149&amp;macid=0)<br/>Thug 4: [1d20+7] = 10+7 = 17 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=62150&amp;macid=0)</div></div>