<strong>Jiro the Fox Spirit, renown Cleric of Sagrado Forest</strong><br/><br/>The guards of the castle urged the new heroes to hurry down to the tunnels and the man with the bird mask had already rushed in.  Jiro turned to his companions.<br/>"I shall see you again." His brother called out to him, his face hard. Jiro nodded before turning to the tunnel.  It's mouth large, and the smell of fresh death and blood wafted out from it.<br/>The war had begun.<br/><br/>In his fox form, a small and slender creature that emitted a bright but soft glow, Jiro hopped down in to the shadow.<br/>His feet were light and his eyes were alert.  Every four feet, he cast a quick spell, leaving small but bright will-o-wisps, lighting the dark caverns for soldiers that had entered behind him.  The flame was cold to the touch with no other function other than lighting.<br/>He followed the smell of blood.  The closer he got to the source, the darker the tunnels became.  It was an unnatural darkness.<br/><br/>Hearing a lady's frustrated command to regroup, Jiro quickened his pace. He found the battle ground.  As he entered the light from his body, no matter how faint it was, cut through the shadows.  The queen's forces were struggling. They had no real experience fighting in darkness.  Jiro wasted no time in illuminating the cavern, blowing out spirit fire from his mouth.<br/>The long tongue of flame split in to numerous orbs that flew to the corners of the shadows.<br/><br/>Jiro hopped down at the very back of the queen's party and shifted back to his second form, his eyes peeled for any warriors in need of healing.