<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/>Once Iridis was able to peer through the doorway--a simpler feat given his height--he took notice of the strange manner in which these undead stood. They seemed to be guarding this place, or perhaps waiting. Were these simple commands lingering after the death of their master, was it the form their mindlessness took, or was there something more to this?<br/><br/>After carefully scrutinizing the wight and skeleton who stood staring up at the staircase, the mage decided it was time to take a closer look. "In, Chaya," he called through the mental link binding himself and his feline familiar, and the latter obeyed. After receiving Guidance from her master, she would stalk into the room, careful to remain out of the line of sight of the undead as she attempted to get a better look at what the two at the staircase were staring at.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the firbolg would give the cat a bit of aid in the form of a small knife retrieved from his pack and thrown across the room to draw attention away from the stairs and the feline's path.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll: 24 (unless Help action is denied)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Result: 1d20 (2) + 4<br/>Total: 6<br/><br/>Advantage? <br/>Result: 1d20 (16) + 4<br/>Total: 20<br/><br/>Result: 1d4 (4)<br/>Total: 4<br/></div></div>