<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/>Equally uncomfortable with advanced technology, Arafel nodded to Rakah. "I'll stay on guard with you then. I know little of the monstrosities that litter this place. Most of my contact with them has been from reclamation sites where they rose to attack the archaeologists who were too busy digging to notice they were about to be set upon by whatever they had unearthed." He mused for a moment before adding, "Plus, it would not be good to be ambushed and our way back barred if we were to go too deep."<br/><br/>That said, he leans against the door and watches as Ryssa and Valki move deeper into the complex and watches Valki casts a spell but is unable to decipher its intent. He only hopes that she doesn't do anything to alert the apparently comatose robot before them to action--while he himself was fine as he was, he had a feeling that the others were almost out of resources and would be able to do little if the shiny creature came to life to attack them. Thus, he stood motionless near the door, motionless as he watched and waited for them to complete their cursory examination so that they might return, recuperate, and come back to delve deeper into the caverns beneath the town of Torch.<br/><br/>He looked at Ryssa at her words. Why was it so terrible that they had found one of the robots here? He had taken down enough with the help of the guards who kept the archaeological caravans safe, and he and the militia had even been able to best some of the bigger ones that had come rampaging to the walls of Torch. He gave her a quizzical look, though it might well have been lost in the semi-light as he waited for her to expand on her worries.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spellcraft: [1d20+6] = 6+6 = 12 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=57129&amp;macid=0)</div></div>