<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Destined.jpg)</div><strong>Arlais</strong><em>Aasimar Oracle 2</em><br/>Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=227109.msg11145870#msg11145870)<br/>HP:19/19  AC: 16,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 12,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14 (+4 armor, +2 Dex)<br/><strong>Fort</strong>:+2<strong>Ref</strong>:+2<strong>Will</strong>:+3<strong>Init</strong>: +2<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arlais was enjoying herself. It was pleasant to forget, if only for a few fleeting moments, that she was surrounded by bloodshed and horror, and the entertainments of Armasse were something she had been anticipating. A little indulgence, before returning to the drudgery and the sense that she would always fall lacking in some way. She was therefore caught utterly and completely off her guard by the explosion, and for a moment, she couldn't fathom what was going on. Someone had smuggled in fireworks, and mistook their cue? An accident in someone's alchemy lab? Mind racing to comprehend the injuries that might show up in the infirmary, it wasn't until a silver blur rose above the crowd, throwing a jagged shadow in the hot light of a burning blade, that Arlais realized what was actually happening.<br/>Then she spend several long moments in blind, frozen panic, as her mind tried to catch up. A rush of cold snapped her out of it, and she did the only thing she could think of in that frozen moment - she screamed for help, one hand clasped around her holy symbol. "Gracious Sarenrae, guiding light, lend your blessing of might to this battlefield, that your faithful may see another day!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Crunch</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arlais casts Bless, which should give all allies a Morale boost to attack rolls and on saving throws vs. Fear effects. <br/></div></div>