Vharag Mor'Guldur, Arcane Shaman
AC: 16(18) | HIT POINTS: 39 | CURRENT: 39 | HERO POINTS: 1 0
FORTITUDE: +8 | REFLEX: +6 | WILL: +11 | PERCEPTION: +6
FOCUS POINTS: 1 | CURRENT: 0 | SPELL SLOTS: 1st: 3/4 | 2nd: 2/3
ACTIVE EFFECTS: None.
CONDITIONS: Immunity (Guidance)
Vharag, witnessing the battle unfold around him and his allies taking heavy blows, knows that the tide of battle needs to shift swiftly. His dark eyes glint with a purpose as he taps deeper into the well of his primal magic, the air around him crackling with raw energy.
He extends a broad, scarred hand, his deep voice chanting in the guttural tongue of his ancestors. Lightning begins to build, visible as a shimmering, static charge that dances between his fingers before he thrusts his hand outward. A jagged crack of lightning arcs through the cavern, a brilliant streak of power that connects the grotesque, flying creature with mandibles directly to the remaining charau-ka assailing Syhlas. The air fills with the scent of ozone and the sharp crack of the bolt echoes off the walls, a stark counterpoint to the sounds of battle.
Not wasting a moment, Vharag shifts his stance, pulling from a different strand of his magical heritage. With a focused glare and a swift motion, he conjures a bolt of pure force with his bear-skull topped staff. It hums with power, vibrating with intensity before he hurls it like a spear towards the reeling, flying creature. The force bolt slams into it with the momentum of a catapult, aiming to knock it from the air and disable its ability to launch further ambushes from above.