HP 32/32 AC 13/17/21 Init 3 Fort 3 Ref 5 Will 7-10
Female Neutral Elf Wizard (Conjurer and Chronomancer) Level 6
Init 3 HP 32/32 Speed 30' AC 13/17/21 Touch 13 F-F 10 CMD 15 Fort 3 Ref 5 Will 7 (+1 vs demon effects) (+2 vs enchantment spells and effects) CMB +2 BAB 3
[Melee] Quarterstaff of Entwined Serpents +3 (1d6, 19-20/x2)
[Ranged] Quarterstaff of Entwined Serpents 2 magic missiles
Str 8 Dex 16 Con 12 Int 22 Wis 12 Cha 12
Shift 10/10 Swift Action Dimension Door 15'
Temporal Pool 8/8
* Forewarned [1pt: Add 1d4 to Initiative][2pts: Immediate Add 1d4 to Save]
* Rewind [Immediate after failed spell, 1/2 spell level - Keep spell]
Wand of Shield [50/50] +4 to AC
Wand of Hide from Undead [50/50] Mindless Undead get no save
Wand of Sure Casting [50/50] reduce opponent's SR by 5
Cantrips Dancing Lights, Detect Fiendish Presence, Detect Magic, Message
1st Obscuring Mist, Mage Armor, Grease, Ray of Enfeeblement, Protection from Evil, Endure Elements, Feather Fall, Magic Missile, Ears of the City.
2nd Glitterdust, Web, Summon Swarm, Protection from Evil (communal), Blindness/Deafness, See Invisible.
3rd Halt Undead, Haste, Resist Energy (Communal), Sleet Storm
Condition None
Tanith had known what to expect, but finds that to expect something and see it with your own eyes, were two entirely different things.. "The word desolation describes the laying waste to a land and the abandonment of that land to a terrible fate. I consider myself to be a soldier of fortune but seeing a land formerly rich and abundant reduced to this leaves me seething with anger.", she murmurs, looking and sounding calm and collected. "I'm seething.", she adds in slow calm perfectly enunciated syllables.. "I know I don't look it, but trust me I really want to kill something over this."
From the middle of the column she finds herself continually looking around. "There is no cover here from anything or anyone and so any shelter is almost certainly occupied.
Even so, she continues trudging forward in the same direction as everyone else, seeing as there was no other choice. She looks back at Rand bringing up the rear, not loud, but not quiet either.