<div style="text-align: right;">●○</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/Zelorc.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Zel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313330.msg15173680#msg15173680)</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">(http://Fighter 7)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Party<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Cave Mouth<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 67/67 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | Fighting Spirit ●●● | Second Wind ● | Action Surge ●</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Zel had read the dossier quite a few times along the journey, hoping to find answers it could not possibly have. The one upside to this, one could say, was learning its contents pretty well. "Nope. Far as the Guild knows, she's still locked in there. I would agree she's dead, but you know wizards: slippery as the Hells are torturous." It didn't take a look around to remember in this moment that his companions all happened to be descended from Demons--or was it Devils? He sure as hell hoped they didn't hate hell metaphors...or was it similes?<br/><br/>"Anyhow, I got this shield," he said, hefting the kite shaped metal in all its scratched, scraped, hardy glory. It was much like his voice in those ways. "If and when you're all ready, I could take point." There was a quiet from him for a few beats, then he added, "Getting attacked by wretched creatures from the dark abyss of wherever the fuck...well, it's my favorite thing to do." This assertion came with a grim face and emphatic nod. Sounding sarcastic was not his strong suit.