<strong>Alomar Gemblossom</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P-ICJ_7Jt2ar2xZkMhLK7Eo3QAg7Z9nDSduAH3wTy5w/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Effect Tracking</div><div class="spoiler_body">Current AC: 19<br/><br/>Active Spells:  <br/>False Life (+3 HP)<br/>Mage Armor, Extended<br/>Phantom Steed (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/p/phantom-steed), Extended<br/><br/>Resources:  <br/>Shift 6/8<br/><br/>Conditions:  Sickened, Poisoned<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Swift Action: Teleport 10 feet away from the scorpion.  <br/>Standard Action: Cast Magic Missile <br/>Damage Roll 12<br/></div></div><br/>Alomar gave a pained snarl as the pincher lifted him into the air and squeezed hard.  The claw crushed through his force armor and began to slash into his flesh!<br/><br/>The elf vanished in a sizzle and a tiny thunderclap, reappearing ten feet back from the scorpion at the same moment.  He landed in a crouch, blade going out the side, palm slapping the grass.  Looking up at the scorpion, he grinned as wards laid hours ago healed the wounds on his sides.<br/><br/>With rapid fire chanting he surged to his feet, hand flashing forwards, to release a barrage of sapphire colored missiles.<br/><br/>