<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 (+10 HP)<br/>Mage Armor, Extended<br/>Phantom Steed (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/p/phantom-steed), Extended<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fortitude Save: 13<br/>&lt;--is Sickened.  <br/>Reflex Save: 9<br/>&lt;---1 Damage.  <br/>Fortitude Save 9<br/>&lt;--is poined, but no con damage.  <br/></div></div><br/>Alomar had sauntered arogantly into the barnyard, standing at the right of the princess and a pace ahead.  The red-clad wizard walked with his curveblade shouldered.  Seemingly unarmed, nearly defenseless...<br/><br/>The first few moments of the trap seemed to reinforce that assesment!  While he was still gagging at the putrid reek the kobolds shattered among them, a serpent struck at his heel, fangs coming back bloodied.  No coresponding blood appeared on his clothing, but he still hissed in pain, and grunted at the burning in his blood.  "Spider of the Pits!" he cursed.  "What hell-scape have these dimunitive vermin unlea...<br/><br/>Red gold eyes went wide in shock and horror as he realized exaclty how big the lead scorpion was!<br/><br/>"Stay behind us girl!" he bellowed out.