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Glennifar jumps back as the man (named for a flanish city) begins to drastically mold himself into something far much more deadly then a common guardsmen (or even the city of Atirr). It isn't until the wings and scales do more than hint at what he is about to become that the mage deturmines that something must be done and quickly. Once the dwarf callout to warn the others, Glennifar's course seems decided for him.

To save the party he must weild one of his few remaining powers. Whipping out a small green matalic stick he aims it at the about to be black dragon saying, "Strikenesti Truzem!"

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Since you did not mention how close or from which side Glennifar is in relation to the BD, he try to move out of it's reach on round 0 but not so far as to not allow him a chance to get of his MM. Like Trurold, I'm praying not to be hit with a breath full of acid. We all know the weaknesses of mages. Low hit points.

One wrong WOOOSH! and it'll be, "You dead Glennifar." :(

Glennifar is an Elf, but you'd hardly know it to look at him. At 5' 9" he is taller than most elves but seems even taller from under a large wizard's hat. His long, flowing, white hair is out matched only by his long flowing green and gray robes. He appears to be, in all respects, a typically wizened mage.