Phar breaths a sigh of relief that his familiar is safe for the moment. He considers for an instant and the begins the arcane gestures and words of power that are the tools which power his magic. A swarm of shimmering motes streams from the elf wizard's slim agile fingers and engulfs Wererat. He stays where he is knowing he holds the advantage in a ranged fight.
The motes swarm around the wererat and it snarls in anger.
"A good play, elf. but I won't need to see you to kill you."
Taking the wererat's words as an invitation, Caerth releases his bow's string, and an arrow flies towards the creature. Not waiting to see if it hits its mark, the half-orc druid immediately draws another arrow to follow the first.
The first arrow deflects off the wererat's strange armor while the second one misses its left flank by inches.
"This is for Lord Ebal, you bastard!" Raius curses. He moves up next to Phar, while drawing his own bow. He fires an arrow right into the wererat. It is a good hit to its left shoulder but the lycanthrope barely notices the puncture in its armor.
The gladiator grins a mirthless toothy grin and says, "Hey rat, allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Quinn, medicine man here for leaching and blood letting and I am all out of leaches.You are the disease I am here to purify."
He lets fly 2 arrows.
Both arrows fly down range as the rat deftly dodges the poorly aimed projectiles. He drops his bow and grabs his spiked chain and net.
"I barely even felt the breeze," it laughs.
"Now you will see how a true killer fights!"
The wererat rushes forward with its spear ready. Even though its eyes are partially blinded, it moves with grace and speed. It stops 5 feet from where Phar was standing before it was partially blinded and sniff the air.
"While I can smell you, elf, the other one near you truly reeks." It hefts its spear and throws it towards the young guard. The spear easily finds its mark and sinks deep into Raius's side and the soldier grimaces in pain.
When the motes from Par's spell try to hurt the wererat again, it manages to evade the luminous sparks.
"I will soon taste the sweetness of your blood, elf," the wererat says while licking it maw with its long tongue.
Phar steps back 5 feet to put a bit of distance between him and the wererat and draws his bow. He fires point blank at the wererat. The arrow flies true but Phar stays silent. He does not wish to make it easy for the wererat to pinpoint him.
OOC: Wererat's Reflex saves v. Phar's spell (round one) >
1d20+13=17 (fail),
Round Two >
1d20+13=32 (saved)
Raius's shortbow attack (round one) >
1d20+12=29 (hit), Damage >
1d6+1=4
Wererat's thrown spear vs. Raius (round two) >
1d20+14=27 (hit), Miss chance (20%) >
1d100=88 (still a hit), Damage >
1d8+1=9 | Wererat uses scent to pinpoint Raius's position.
Phar (round two): Luminous Swarm >
1d6=5 (no damage, reflex save was successful);
Elvencraft bowshot >
1d20+10=20 (hit),
Damage >
1d8+1=9