--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Panicking like only he can!</strong>--<br/><hr/><br/>The gnome's jaw faltered in its fervent request as his execution was coldly ordered by the man leading the little caravan, his little face falling in childlike dismay.  His eyes rolled about for some some of terrain advantage he could field against the two soldiers, seeing nothing but flat road and bushes eager to claw at his clothes and slow his escape to a crawl.  By all accounts, a damn horrible situation to be in.<br/><br/>In other words, it was business as usual.<br/><br/>[Initiative Roll] 1d20+6=16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25181)<br/><br/>Gorvis muttered something breathlessly, making a series of excited hand gestures that anyone not accustomed to the sight of a wizard at work would have taken as the nervous gestures of a man struck dumb with shock.  Unfortunately for the two guards, the gnome before them was thinking<em>quite</em>rationally.  Pinching a bit of colored dust from his component pouch, the man finished his incantation by blowing on the powder in his palm.  A veritable<em>explosion</em>of vibrant hues burst forth at the oncoming men in a wide cone, blanketing them with flashing lights and all manner of bewildering effects.<br/><br/>[<strong>Color Spray</strong>Attack Roll] 1d20+5=23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25186)<br/><br/>Regardless of whether the spell took root or not--and Gorvis was<em>never</em>one to take such chances--the pint-sized mage turned tail and fled as fast as his little legs could carry him, a full thirty feet down the road and away from the pointy swords of his would-be executioners.