HP: 1, yes? Condition: Fine
The smoke cleared in the trailing whirl of energies that swirled about the place, stray threads of the spell dispersing harmlessly into the environment. The tingle of lightning still flickered about Theo's fingertips before dying. Standing firm upon the disk, up in the skies, the sorcerer gazed over the ambush field. It appeared that the table's were turned, Theodus smirked, the reading of ancient tactical manuals having been of merit. Attack from the high ground, strike quickly, and utilize the surprise.
From high above on the disk of invisible energy, safe from the swords and axes and daggers of the beastly creatures below, the young man, long cloak billowing behind him, tunic and magician's robe immaculate and neat, carved stave in his off hand, clearly had the advantage.
He leaned down slightly, a single pane of glass glinting in the reflection of the afternoon light. He frowned, trying to pick out the next foe. By the looks of it, the strange group had been ambushed - rather poorly he might have added - though a strange team they appeared. A massive gout of flame from the armored fellow, though he seemed to be using a sword and shield against the goblinoid assailants - curious. Two women, both apparently fighting bare handed, yet landing solid, lasting blows; one of them apparently catching bolts, and throwing them back again... with her feet?
Very peculiar. A small feathered creature seemed to be hovering near a larger furred creature. If it wasn't for the disparity between it's fur coloration and that of the goblinoids, Theo might have mistook it for one of the ambushers. Yet the blue furred creature bore weapons and armor, was attacking the goblins, and the smaller creature - something Theodus could have sworn was one of the magecrafted abominations set loose in the Times of Torment, a weapon gone horrbily wrong - seemed to be following the blue creature as a chick would a mother hen.
Theodus tried to remember what he had been told of the bounty, remembering the words "very queer sort of job this is, not like usual takin' care a bandits, no sirrah" rather clearly. Well, this certainly amounted to queer circumstance.
'Ah, what the hell.'
he eventually decided in his mind, and willing the disk forward for a better shot, took aim at yet another goblin. Go with what works, he always thought. Unless you can figure out something better...
A swirl of magical energy coalesced about his fingers once more, and with a snap, sound burst into whirlwinds about his fingers, whirling air spinning like tornadoes twisted into a knot, and with a gesture, sent scything blasts of air, green blades of magical wind slashing through the air through a hobgoblin. And he spoke no words, no incantations. Simply a flick of the hand, and the spell was sent flying through the air towards the hapless foe. What sorcery is this?
Attacking with Scything Winds descriptor for damage. Attack 1d20+6 = 21
ooh, lucky. That's DC 21 Toughness, aimed at a hobgoblin (i forget which ones were where).