--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - In a spot of trouble.</strong>--<br/><hr/><br/>Gorvis cursed his own damnable luck for the second time that day, dwarfed by the two murderous men and the stamping hooves of the horse in front of him.  It was doubtful that he'd be able to take both of them down without a bit of trickery, and even then he'd prefer to flee rather than fight.  Still, the indignity of being treated like nothing more than simple vermin!  Not that he wasn't used to it by now, but it really set his blood to boiling!<br/><br/>"You ruffians!" he scoffed, mentally and physically preparing himself for what would no doubt be a rather painful ordeal.  A whisper once again came to his lips, and his finger twirled in intricate gestures, until at last he pointed a single finger firmly towards the unmounted guard, aimed...<br/><br/>[Concentration Test] 1d20+8=27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25243)<br/>[Ranged Touch Attack] 1d20+5=20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25241)<br/><br/>And fired!  A single white-hot beam, a<strong>Scorching Ray</strong>, shot from his finger like a seething bullet, blasting apart air molecules with a loud and glorious bang!<br/><br/>[Ranged Touch Damage] 4d6=15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25242)<br/><br/>Again, regardless of whether the attack actually struck or his body was wounded, Gorvis made running five-foot leap into the scraggly underbrush along the side of the road, then spent the next eight feet struggling against the choking vegetation.  Anything to put a bit of distance between him and the blades!  With a bit of luck, perhaps the horse would find the brambles even more of a nuisance than he did.