The peaceful walk was a nice change of pace from what they had been through recently. Haemar took the time during the stroll to consider a few things. Primarily, where exactly they were and what that might mean for their course of action in the future. As it was, they were just walking with no particular direction and with no end goal. In fact, they did not even know what had become of the previous goal they had held. Things were very strange and unclear at the moment. To compound all of that; none of them seemed to be in need of food or drink despite having walked for hours in the sun. The sun also did not move. wherever they were, it was not the world they had left. Either changed drastically by the crowning event of the sphere, or, somewhere completely new. 

He discussed these ideas with Wick as they walked as well as sharing the spells from his own ancient tome with her. She was a student of the arcane just as he was and scholarly collaboration was the cornerstone of all discovery and progress. This was quickly interrupted by 'Really Big Crows' as Katia had named them. Of course, Haemar was not if that was exactly correct but there was little time for debate right now. Instead they jumped into action with bolt, blade, and bursts of energy. 

Haemar was slower on the draw than his companions as he still had his spellbook out as he was discussing a particularly interesting set of spellwork he had yet to put into practice. Well, now was as good a time as any. Just as Katia sprung forth and destroyed one of the ravens, reducing it to just a small stone that she then grabbed and took up a tree with her. Haemar darted to the side, forming up just off to Wick's left. As he did so he paid no heed to the raven that might try to assault him in his flight. His wards were up as they usually were and he doubted if the bird was keen enough to pay attention to him when it had Theodore in its clutches. He would need to remedy that. 

As he reached his position by the scholar he drew his steel with a familiar ring and began to work his spell. He spoke the ancient incantations and moved his left hand in precise motions. The burning magic shown red in the shimmering air before him and three mansized spears of incredible heat sprang into life above his head, hovering there for just a moment. He took aim carefully, making sure not to strike the young templar with his attacks, and sent the first flying. He had over corrected his aim and shot the ray off above the bird and sizzling into the trees behind it. The Abjurer grimaced and sent the next to flying in rapid succession, the next missing but the last finding its searing mark in the side of avian. As with all things before, there seemed to be no blood or wounds at all, yet, he knew his spell had found its mark. 

[color=004b80]"Wick speaks truth!" He shouted over the din of furious struggle, "We can not let them rise with our fellows!" [/color]


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Haemar moves to stand to Wick's left, drawing his blade as he moves, and potentially provoking an attack of opportunity. He then casts Scorching Ray. The three rays granted by the attack then streak for the raven, the first two missing with rolls of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2821]6[/url] and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2822]8[/url]. The last strikes home with a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2823]20[/url] and dealing [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2835]9[/url] damage. If the Hex from Wick provides extra damage it would be rolled by Wick.

Arcane Ward: 9/9
HP: 20/20
Spell Slots:
1st:1/4
2nd:1/2
Illuminating Shroud:0/1
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