<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/5521/narniagoatman.jpg)</div><strong>Rakanishu of the Dransk Vale</strong><br/><br/><strong>Health:</strong>12 / 12 |<strong>Mana:</strong>15 / 15  |<strong>Virtue:</strong>15 / 15<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/><div class="floatright">Leather pouch:<br/>Flint and steel<br/>Dagger<br/>Sling<br/>3x Day's rations<br/></div><div class="floatleft">  Equipped:<br/>  Horns<br/>  Heavy steel gauntlets<br/>  Lamellar cullet, Plate faulds with tassets, Mail Chausses, Iron (Goat) Shoes<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The beastman felt his body shudder as he felt like he was inside a creature in a ways he couldn't imagine himself to ever be. He got up on his feet, studying his left hand again, still all flesh and fur, and<em>whole</em>. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Fuck,</span>" Rakanishu muttered, still a little dazed from the shock. He straightened himself up though, kicking his hooves on the floor and feeling it give in a little.<br/><br/>He approached the hallway and held a hand against the wall, knocking against meat and bone alike, before he covered his nose with his other hand. If this was any indication, he was<em>deep</em>. Of course, even he wasn't sure - hell, his own knowing the lay of the natural lands was utterly useless in such an unnatural place. He had to rely on his other strengths. Cunning and wariness. Keeping to the wall, he went down the hallway, his eyes kept ahead of him.<br/><br/>The chamber ahead was a curious sight as well. The quivering flesh reminded him of a goddamned pucker. Rakanishu already dreaded it being a doorway of a sorts. Again, carefully approaching it, the goat-headed beastman would near the barrier from a side and let his bare fingertips carefully stroke its surface, gauging its reaction. He hoped he wouldn't need to crawl<em>through</em>it.