<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/788133838836596778/788230174776885318/b7c207fc046de9d6f6233fb58182c063.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Iridis Preta (https://ddb.ac/characters/41019974/VKXCxR)<br/><strong>Class/Level:</strong>Cleric 1/Wizard 2<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Robes of elegance and fancy scale mail.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mystery Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26 -<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception: 11 | Insight: 13 | Investigation: 15<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Cat Familiar active<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>"Speaking of this 'shift,'" Iridis murmured, his tone dry as ever and voice matching in its rasp, "this was not the Dark Lord's magic. Someone else--or some<em>thing</em>else--moved us out of harm's way. The questions are who and why." He seemed fit to ponder that mystery, but even his infamous ability to get lost in thought didn't extend to life or death situations. Conversations, though, of course. Many were the time he would drift off into thought while someone still talked at him; sometimes he did on purpose so that they would go away--even pretending to fall asleep like a tired old man. The Dark Lord had been one of the few to see through that act, and yet he never called him out publicly. Good times.<br/><br/>But, that was enough reminiscing about the good sides to a now-dead mass murderer. Now was the time for action. For escape. For...<br/><br/>"There are a number of key places now left unguarded. We must visit them before our enemies get the chance to take the power and knowledge within for their own benefit. He would have wanted the findings in his laboratory saved at the very least. And to be frank, I may need them for my own life's work."