<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC Knowledge (Arcana)</div><div class="spoiler_body">No ranks in the skill, and Intelligence modifier of +0. So, all I have for this would be a dice roll. rolling, though not expecting much.<br/>At 2011-10-15 11:00:14, Calder (uid: 16754) rolls: 1d20 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32248)<br/>Yeah, He's not going to be able to help.</div></div><br/>Calder shook his head at the question, looking at the Loremaster and smirking faintly. "You send for the wrong man with this. I only know of the curse I carry, and I know enough of it to know there is no changing it, the curse is part of my power." Smirking a hint the Oracle spoke in a calm manner, letting out a sigh, his grey eyes seeming to notice only things at a short distance away. "Lets hear what answer these others have to share with us then?"<br/><br/>He smiled, but remained quiet. Despite his strange, grey eyes with their clouded sight he was a man with a friendly feel about him, something fatherly and comforting about his expression. He might not be a priest but he was able to call upon the same divine power, and albeit it robbed him of his sight, it granted him some of that power at his disposal.<br/><br/>"Is there something that you believe calls for this many of us to be gathered?" He inquired casually, while going through the surface of his pants, small loose strings tightening back into the cloth, old worn seams seeming to become as good as new, and a few torn spots becoming like they were before. A minor magic, his touch of timeless nature<em>mending</em>his gear while he waited, and listened, a simple orison twisted around to suit the needs of Calder Barlow, the Oracle of Time.