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Unfortunately, I'm finding that PbP isn't really to my tastes. I'm going to have to withdraw before I further damage the game by being constantly absent, I'm really not interested in causing any type of harm to the story. If you want to use Gravan for whatever, consider him your property...

OOC: I've been having trouble actually making posts. I hope this message actually comes through! Gravan looks back at where the creature was, pensively. "Hmm, you know my lemur judgment may have been hasty. I've been known to call lemur on many creatures... once it got me in a spot of trouble...

When Gravan's turn rolls around: Gravan thinks hard. This is obviously some kind of... dire lemur. What is the dire lemur's natural enemy? Think, Gravan think! It is... it is the dire fossa! Yes! They're eternally locked into a struggle for jungle dominance! I must become like the fossa...

Gravan moves towards the creature, flanks if possible, and tries to take a bite. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1667317/

"What the..." Gravan's face scrunches up as he regards the creature. "Well... ah, not a spider." Gravan transforms back into his wild form and tosses a rock above the creature, hoping to drive it down to where it can be fought on the ground.

"Agh! Spider!" Gravan shouts as Rooth scrambles back to land. He takes a step back, and shifts into human form. Then he casts entangle, careful not to catch rooth in its radius, but encompassing as much area around the creature as possible, including part of the ground if possible, so if it...

Gravan glances upward at Rooth, whose skilled climbing can't be matched, even in wild form. He stays silent, wary of alerting any foes who may lurk in ambush on the other side of the fallen trees. I think, if push comes to shove, that I'll take the long way.

"Left path... right path. A smaller group is easier to deal with. Ah, and it's less likely that one can escape and flee to their camp. We should certainly capture one, or more than one. Plus, the quicker group is likely going to warn of pursuit. Perhaps we should, erm, make haste." Gravan...

Gravan furrows his brow as he cleans up the carnage. He speaks while he works. "This looks like it could well have been just a regular old storm. At most, I'd guess that some, ah, magic could've been used to call down the bolts. As for this wolf... well maybe a few scavengers were here, at...

"It could be, although I sincerely hope not. Calling weather this, um, severe down is no good for the forest or anything in it. Ah! I mean, look at these trees!" Gravan scuds around on the ground, straightening any bent saplings and righting uprooted bushes or small trees. "Poor little...

"I think that we should stay put for a while, er, at least until this illness passes. It'll take about a day, maybe two if I feed you the wrong berries. We should at least wait until I have some tea for you. No sense fighting through the jungle while you're ill!" Gravan sets about preparing...

"Oh my, look at you both! You look terrible. We can't go anywhere until this is, ah, dealt with. I'll go and fetch some herbs to brew a nice, warm curative tea. It tastes like the inside of a dead coyote but it's good for a fever!" Gravan does his best to tend to their illness (Heal check...

"Goodness, what an awful evening!" Gravan muses, almost absentmindedly. I've not seen a storm so wretched since father Magnus sneezed when he was casting that control weather spell. Ah, my drenched rags are no match for nature's fury!" He turns his gaze outside, peering past the enormous...

"We should, ah, proceed carefully. I think foul magic is afoot here. I, ah, believe they sacrificed this one to deliberately slow the progress of pursuers." Gravan shakes his head to clear some of the fog away and peers deep into the forest. "Rooth, ah, is this the path? We should put the...

"Perhaps a sacrifice? That seems the kind of thing one of these little beasties would do. Have you ever had to clean up after a Goblin? They're, ah, always leaving things like this behind. And they trample the ferns." Gravan looks about cautiously. "There are very likely more around here...

"I ah... I don't feel well. Something seems off." Gravan rubs his hand on his head and sits down heavily. "That was.. ah... some sort of evil spirit. I believe. As for the sigil, I don't know. Perhaps it was summoned or created. Maybe I've seen it before, but my head's a little foggy...

Before my turn, if he can shout some instructions, Gravan will say, "I need someone to step back so I can get in there!" If he can get in there, he'll shift to predator form, move into position and attempt the touch attack. Otherwise he holds his action until someone moves aside.

Gravan tumbles back from melee, shifts into human form, and casts another cure light spell, holding the charge. "We will soon put you to rest."

Gravan takes a 5 foot into flanking if possible with either Rooth or Weylan (whichever is easier), and tries to strike with the charged cure spell again. "Perhaps this positive energy will quell your maddened state,"

Gravan shifts back into his predator form and rushes towards the creature, hoping to lay a hand on its spectral form and send a pulse of positive energy through it.