<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 oozing beast held Rakanishu's attention long enough for him to realize this was a potential threat. Certainly not a thing for him to take, only to overtake should it decide to still its hunger for<em>anything</em>on a fresh bit of goatman. He stayed put for a few moments before he carefully followed in the thing's wake, well away from it and the acid that it scoured across, and waiting for any other gelatinous oozes passing close by to avoid immediate detection. Did these things see, to begin with? Probably not, what, with a lack of eyes, but grimlocks are eyeless and blind themselves, still able to see... At the least, though, these things seemed mindless, probably only rolling ahead of them to keep feeding, gorging themselves. Perhaps he might have an edge on the lumbering balls of gelatine.<br/><br/>What kind of unholy body did he find himself in, he wondered to himself, and what could these things be of use to it? Rakanishu's armored fingers flexed and stretched uneasily as his eyes shifted between the monstrous sights he found himself to face. He could see the tract lead on for a while. If this were a natural beast, he might've passed its titanic stomach. Right now, though, his guess was as good as anyone's.<br/><br/>The moment he could diverge<em>away</em>from the oozes, he<em>would</em>. He trusted the rolling things not one bit.