<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/20d7/f/2018/026/e/e/ee2c71cad0c05ebee810023aa6cd7af8-dc17vvo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Artorius Inglefell<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://78.media.tumblr.com/a0481c8f5749ecb925fed2a6be5a978c/tumblr_ou56onXDEz1w169g0o1_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>120 / 120<br/><strong>Mink HP:</strong>60 / 60<br/><strong>AC:</strong>34 (+2 / Evil)<strong>Touch:</strong>16 (+2 / Evil)<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>31 (+2 / Evil)<strong>CMD:</strong>32 (+2 / Evil)<br/><strong>Resistance:</strong>Acid, Cold, Electricity 5<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+10 (+2 / Evil)<strong>Ref:</strong>+8 (+2 / Evil)<strong>Will:</strong>+11 (+2 / Evil, Compulsion, Charm, +3 / Fear)<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+5<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+20 (+4 Alertness)<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 60ft, Lifesense 30ft<br/><strong>Spells Remaining:</strong>8 x 1st, 8 x 2nd, 8 x 3rd, 7 x 4th, 5 x 5th<br/><strong>Channel Energy Remaining / Dice:</strong>8 / 6d6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Artorious paused as he felt the malevolent attack on his mind, the little probing feelers of evil energy the only warning he had of the sudden crushing assault on his willpower, a sudden pressure that tried to break through his barriers and entrance his senses, enslaving them to some distant will that wanted him to forget all of his worries and fears and hopes and dreams to simply...stare at the bewitching sight that it had to show him. Thankfully for him, his faith was strong and his willpower stronger still, and the attempts to bore into his mind fell short of the force necessary to break him, leaving him staring at the obviously seething symbol before him. He recognised the symbol, of course - a Kyton, a malicious and fiendish servant of evil that no adventurer would ever go up against unprepared if they wished to survive - and he had the oddest inkling that the chains back where he had come from had something to do with it - perhaps victims would be hypnotised into returning and shredding themselves upon them?<br/><br/>He shivered at the thought, but Kytons were sadistic bastards through and through, so it was likelier than he'd like to admit - but he had no time to consider properly. He could hear the chains rattling in the corridor behind him, easily a few hundred feet back now but all too close for comfort, and he knew he had to make a decision quickly. He had shrugged off the Kyton's initial attempt to enthrall him, but he was not certain whether continuing would increase the risk to his own sanity and safety. But could he really return? If he turned back, his pursuer - who he was increasingly certain he did not wish to encounter if he could help it - would gain ground, and if the passageway led to a dead end, he would have to come back this way anyway after having given up a great deal of ground. Besides...he had a strategy. Keep right. It would guide him out eventually, and at that moment, Keeping Right meant that he had to get past the Kyton Symbol. He'd shrugged off its control once and he could do it again, he was certain, and turning back was a much larger risk considering he had no idea what was following. Better the Evil you know and all that.<br/><br/>He took a glance behind him, steadied himself with a deep breath, then continued onward, making his way towards and past the evil symbol on the wall, doing his best not to look at it anymore than was necessary. He offered up a quick prayer to whatever Gods might be listening that he survive this ordeal; he was a decent fighter if he was forced into a corner with no other option, and he was good at talking people round to his point of view, but the last thing he wanted was to be stuck between a Kyton Wall and an unknown monstrosity that wanted nothing more than to turn Arty into its afternoon snack. He'd heard stories about this place and the horrors it subjected prospective adventurers to, and he certainly did not want to end up spending Eternity with this place as his tomb. He would do anything to avoid that, and he hoped that at least some of the creatures here were reasonable...or at least, willing to be bribed. He had no illusions about what he might have to do down here to get through. It was lucky that he was a Heal<em>slut,</em>he'd say that much! But with any luck, he would be out of its area of influence, and whatever was following him would be at least delayed by it. It was unlikely - he was certain that whatever was down here following him had likely developed defences against the various traps and hazards - but he could live in hope, could he not?