<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/SebastianPFBard.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sebastian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265764.msg13115430#msg13115430)</span><br/><strong>Human Archivist (Bard) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 9/9<br/>AC: 17 (flat-footed 16, touch 11)<br/>CMD: 14 (flat-footed 13)<br/>Init: 1<br/>Saves: Fort 0, Ref 3, Will 1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: <del>2</del> 1<br/><br/>Lv 0: detect magic, light, mage hand, open/close<br/>Lv 1: <del>heightened awareness</del>, detect secret doors</div></div><hr/><br/>Sebastian didn't have time to give more than glance when he heard Shirin scream, but it was a small boost of morale to see that she was everything he would have thought, even if her clothing didn't do much to hide those features.  The simple joy her nude features offered were coldly offset by the fact the skeleton has nearly killed her.  Swinging his head to evaluate the rest of his companions, his eyes fell on Faolan, his club, and the fact he hadn't bothered to swing it.<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes, he ducked behind his shield to block another attack before calling out to him, "Either swing the damn thing or give it to me!" he offered, the quarterstaff in his hands too long to wield conventionally with one-hand.  Sebastian was anything but conventional.  Raising the quarterstaff's end above his head, he swung down at it as best he could, dropping to a crouch in an effort to get a bit more force behind the awkward attack.  "How's Shirin?" he called over his shoulder, trying to keep his mind wrapped around the status of everyone, but also summon Vannalys into the fight.  Every little bit would help.<br/><br/>OOC: He's effectively using the quarterstaff as an improvised weapon since he's not able to use it as its size requires.  He's not going to drop his shield so its his only option.