<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, 7 x 3rd, 7 x 4th, 5 x 5th<br/><strong>Channel Energy Remaining / Dice:</strong>8 / 6d6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arty breathed a soft sigh of relief as his Dispel Magic actually did the job - it was always hit or miss with these kinds of tricks and traps; sometimes they were magical enough to be affected by something as simple as a Dispel Magic, and other times they were either too powerful, or simply relied on something unaffected by or protected from such simple tricks. It was always a danger, naturally, but for the moment...he was not out of tricks himself. Mink echoed his feeling of relief, naturally, wriggling further into the backpack in which he was nestled, and Arty reached up absently to give him a scratch behind the ears as he approached the hole. They were not out of danger yet; whatever was following them had not so much as slowed down in its pursuit yet, and yet...the lack of speed made Arty somewhat concerned. It was obviously confident that it could catch them. Did it know something that they did not? Was it arrogance, or simply experience? Indeed, every time Arty paused to deal with an obstacle of some description, the being behind them simply got closer. It was a truly Sisyphean task, fleeing from it, especially since it evidently knew the labyrinth so well. He'd try regardless, but he had no illusions about his chances.<br/><br/>In any case, it was not yet close enough to worry about...but it was definitely a concern that they would have to address soon. He grimaced slightly, glancing behind him, before shaking his head and approaching the edge of the pit tentatively. Peering into the darkness of the hole - hopefully his Darkvision would help with that - he attempted to spot any kind of movement or life (or unlife) hiding down in the pit. Assuming that he didn't see anything, he shook his head and unfurled his wings, rising up into the air and gliding a healthy distance - about thirty or forty feet - above the pit, over to the other side where he alighted lightly on his feet and continued down the corridor, following the passageway around to the right. Hopefully, he would be able to figure out a way out before whatever was chasing him...caught him. Something told him that he was not going to enjoy the intentions that the thing held, and he would enjoy being in its clutches even less. He didn't even have the benefit of being able to defend himself! If it was undead, then sure, possibly...but the point still stood. There weren't a lot of ways to deal with a monster when you couldn't stab, slash, melt or burn it!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Arty attempts to peer into the darkness of the hole to see if anything is lurking, awaiting him.<br/>Arty Rolls Perception: 1d20a24 Result: 41 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125054)<br/><br/>Assuming that there's nothing there, Arty takes to the sky and flies across the hole, 30 feet above the opening, before touching back down.<br/>Assuming nothing tries to eat him, Arty continues down the passageway. </div></div>