<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/6aca/i/2012/172/0/6/dfo_warlock_by_terevi-d54csc1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Arawn Redwyn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14156805#msg14156805)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Group 4, open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Noble clothes and enchanted robes.<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 19/19,<strong>XP</strong>: 0/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<br/><hr/><br/>The expedition into Gaia's Anus was... not exactly what Arawn had first had in mind when he took this quest upon himself. It was less the conquest and domination that his Patron was the master of, and more... escaping the enemies before they totally overwhelm him and his friends, even if they did achieve some, albeit small, successes in their first days in this weird, but oddly familiar, especially to Arawn himself, place. He had never been here and yet, he felt an almost affinity and admiration for the place, unlike some of his colleagues. The magic that permeated every corner and, especially, the creatures here, seemed to call out to him. Sooner or later, all of this would be his Master's and he would be his Champion in subduing it all. The thought of it alone excited the man. Or was the omnipresent scent and feeling of arousal?<br/><br/>The half-elven-ish sorcerer was not surprised when the barbarian launched an attack at the unsuspecting moth-like being. Thog thought that she was the one who called all the shots here. She was wrong, of course, but, for now, it made no difference. They were now in dire danger and Arawn had to act accordingly. The creatures were now drawn to the four adventurers like moths to flames.<br/><br/>So flames they shall have.<br/><br/>The nobleman muttered an invocation in a diabolical language taught to him by his Master, under his breath, paying attention to not speak too loud, as it was too soon to reveal the full prominence and power of his Patron. Arawn's hands alighted with eldritch flames as he concentrated and called upon the magic that Azraer instilled in his body. As magic flowed freely through his body, the purple-and-red glow and light beneath his clothes increased greatly, probably marking him as a possible target, before being expunged at one of the incoming moth-beastmen.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arawn uses his warlock magic to cast Brimstone rote.<br/><br/>At 2018-06-06 09:44:52, Arawn (uid: 52021) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120910)<br/><br/>He succeeds but his show of magic talent draws unwelcome attention.<br/><br/>His Brimstone deals 4 damage.<br/><br/>At 2018-06-06 09:47:46, Arawn (uid: 52021) rolls: 2d4a1 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120911)<br/></div></div>