Fanog
First Post
Milar quickly walks over to the centre of their plateau, his quarterstaf in hand. He regards Qalare, who is still on the ship. "Well, that seems easier said than done. If we can't harm them, we'll need some kind of diversion. It might take a while before we figure out a way to get everyone safe."
Milar focusses a short while, creating a shimmering field of waves around himself. He stands ready to intercept the two young birds after that, diverting all of his effort to keeping himself safe. "Hey, these young ones might not be able to fly yet. Doesn't one of you have a flying spell of some sorts ready? We could hover just out of their reach. That might keep 'em occupied for a while..." The sailor-priest looks quite worried by the entire situation.
(OoC: Casting Shield of Faith, going on full defense after that. That brings my AC to 28.)
Milar focusses a short while, creating a shimmering field of waves around himself. He stands ready to intercept the two young birds after that, diverting all of his effort to keeping himself safe. "Hey, these young ones might not be able to fly yet. Doesn't one of you have a flying spell of some sorts ready? We could hover just out of their reach. That might keep 'em occupied for a while..." The sailor-priest looks quite worried by the entire situation.
(OoC: Casting Shield of Faith, going on full defense after that. That brings my AC to 28.)
