<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> 21 - <strong>Touch</strong> 14 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 - <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/></div></div><hr/>Arafel pants as he sees one of the gremlins--finally--go down, and the other disappear leaving only a puff of acrid smoke, dark and pungent that lingers for a time in the dim tunnel air. He quickly swings his morningstar and bashes in the creature's head, freeing it from the mortal coil. His breath slowing to a more even pace, he places a hand upon his body and a soft light exudes from his open palm, healing the effects of the burns that had pained him. His only gesture of condemnation at the action that had injured him while leaving the gremlins untouched was a quick glance and scowl at the witch before he looks around. "Does anyone need healing? We need to clear this nest before they regroup or come at us in a coordinated assault in great numbers," he says, healing any of the others who require aid.<br/><br/>Moments more pass as he examines his own condition. He feels... different. Strange. Almost as though his connection to the higher power, that which had granted him the spells that he could use to assist himself and his allies, had grown and deepened in ways he did not truly understand. He was unsure how to deal with these new changes, but put them aside for now, breathing deeply as he could feel the heavy thrum of power surge through him. His eyes became emboldened by the new strength welling within him, and a soft smile of contemplation plays on his face. Yes, this was something he had been looking for, for he knew not how long. But it was there now, and he was certain that it would continue growing as long as he continued to challenge himself. He looks to the others, waiting for them to make their preparations as he readies himself for the coming battle.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">CLW HP Healed: [1d8+1] = 2+1 = 3 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=56989&amp;macid=6428)</div></div>