
| Angus the Cyphermage | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            MEANWHILE....
Angus paused in his trek down the trail and gazed long into the tall grass.
Perception rolled a 17+2 for wisdom for a total of 19 versus a botched stealth check (Yes I rolled a 1!)
"You can stop hiding, let's be honest you're really dreadful at it!" Angus spoke as he readied his axe.
A pair of goblins stepped out of the grass a little ahead of the dwarf.
"Begone dwarf, we do not have time for fools!" one goblin cursed as it grew into a human the clothing that seemed baggy and somehwat folded up stretched into its true shape as the pale skinned creature looked back at Angus even as its sole follower drew its blade and chittered its face grinned with the expectation fo slaughter.
"Sorry, my business is that way and you're in my way, either sod off or prepare to fall," Angus cursed straight back at them.
Initiative rolled 17 for Angus, 8 for the goblin and 13 for the changeling rogue
"Arcane duelist, Colour spray!" Angus yells pointing towards the pair with his axe as sand is dropped from his other hand as the spell flashes across the dirt catching the pair by surprise.
Colour spray is a 1st level spell gains +3 for his Int bonus and a further +1 for invoking his arcane duelling ability (in the Pathfinder Campaign Setting) for a save DC of 15, the goblin has a -1 to its will save and rolls a 6 for a 5 and the changeling rolls a 10 but only has a+2 Will so she goes over too...
Both creatures drop in their tracks.
Angus gingerly walks up to them and whilst the goblin is unconscious the changeling is stunned.
"You know I should just kill you, but that really wouldn't be the lawful thing to do after all I don't know you, hello whats this?" Angus having knelt down next to the changeling reaches down and takes off a small pouch next to a light crossbow and a case of bolts.
Removing the crossbow and case next he stands to peruse the weapon and then notices something about the bolts.
"These things have poison on them, I mean you didn't even use the ones you can't notice... I take it this pouch..." Angus berates her as he drops both the crossbow and bolts to examine the pouch.
"Yes I take it this is the antidote for these things?" he holds forth a number of vials with strange writing on them.
The changeling's hand flashes to its nearest weapon.
"Timult," Angus merely gestures with his axe hand.
 range touch attack with transmutation school power rolled a 12+1 for Dex = 13 a hit doing 4pts of damage
"Eurk!" the changeling splutters as the blow sends her backwards even if she was prone a few feet away from the dwarf.
She stumbles to her feet drawing her rapier.
"Timult!" Angus intones again but this time he misses as she darts to one side and launches herself at the dwarf...
TO BE CONTINUED
 
	
 
     
    