<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/FQdZmta.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Valki Karnak</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Valki Karnak, Human Bard (Archaeologist)</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=17192)<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>HP</strong></td><td>8/8</td><td><strong>  Init</strong></td><td>+2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>AC</strong></td><td>13</td><td><strong>  Touch</strong></td><td>12</td><td><strong>  FF</strong></td><td>11</td><td><strong>  CMD</strong></td><td>12</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fort</strong></td><td>+0</td><td><strong>  Ref</strong></td><td>+4</td><td><strong>  Will</strong></td><td>+2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Per.</strong></td><td>+4</td><td><strong>  Sense</strong></td><td>+4</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong>1</strong></td><td><strong>2</strong></td><td><strong>3</strong></td><td><strong>4</strong></td><td><strong>5</strong></td><td><strong>6</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Remaining    </strong></td><td>2</td><td>-</td><td>-</td><td>-</td><td>-</td><td>-</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Per Day</strong></td><td>2</td><td>-</td><td>-</td><td>-</td><td>-</td><td>-</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Archaeologist's Luck +2   </strong></td><td>4/7</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Lingering Performance</strong></td><td>-/-</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/><br/>Valki followed Arafel, slowing down when she noticed the frost. Ice was always a pain to deal with. Not that you saw it much out here. When her magic lit up the next cavern, revealing the dust, she paused. Great. Probably some sort of mold or fungus or something else equally disgusting and dangerous. That stuff almost always was. Mostly it was just toxic or had spores that liked to do weird stuff to your brain. The frost was a new twist. If there was cold, the stuff either sucked all the heat out of the area, (and you could probably kill it by making it colder) or it was somehow cold aligned (and you could probably kill it with fire). Magic was always so inconsistent. She had no idea how wizards and their ilk did it.<br/><br/>At any rate, it was probably best not to touch it. Even if it didn't try to kill you, it was still gross. She sighed and looked down at her boots. Not that it mattered much at this point, anyway.<br/><br/>When she recognized the body, she paused. "Is- Is that Gerrol?" She'd worked with him before. Not often (he usually worked with... more experienced people), but enough to have a vaguely positive impression of the man. And Emeilia... Fuck. She didn't envy whoever had to break this to her.<br/><br/>"Is- Is there, like, a ring or something on him?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll: Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 (16) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=71959) + 8 = 24<br/></div></div>