<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/>The good news was that the corridor did not last forever, and that Mink - besides feeling a little nervous, given that she couldn't see anything (which was completely justified in the current situation) - was largely ok, and now that she was hidden away in his backpack, largely<em>safe</em>as well. Arty hadn't been expecting to get a Familiar when Mink came along - he'd been told that the ritual he was undergoing would grant him great power, which of course he'd wanted to protect his friends and family, but he hadn't expected the power to come in the form of an adorable, excitable little fluffball like Mink (though he had never regretted it even once) - but now that they'd spent so long together, been on so many adventures, spent so many nights curled up together...well, it was almost as if they'd known each other their entire lives now, and Arty couldn't imagine losing her after being through so much with her. He wanted her as safe as possible. Unfortunately, that meant that the bad news was...especially bad, too. The offending section of the corridor came into sight for him a good distance away, a collection of dangling chains hanging from the obscenely high ceiling, obviously well used, well rusted, and already having claimed plenty of blood in its own right.<br/><br/>He could move through them carefully without getting hurt, sure, but...whatever was making the noises was on the other side of those chains, and if it found him before he got out, he would not exactly be in a position to do anything to defend himself or Mink without putting them in even greater danger. And the problem was, he didn't think he really had any spells that would actually help here. He had a few ideas that could make it worthwhile to get through, but none of them had the range to cover 50 feet of hanging chains, especially not if they wanted to make their way through quietly. He looked down the corridor for a moment, reaching back to gently stroke the flopping ears poking out of his backpack. "It's ok, Mink," he whispered, his voice high-pitched and lilting, like a girls. "It's nothing. Nothing fresh, anyway." He scratched under Minks chin. "The way is blocked. We'll go back and find a different way through. Besides, I'm becoming increasingly certain that we don't want to meet whatever is making that sound on our own, in the dark, without having gotten our bearings a little bit first."<br/><br/>With that, he shook his head and - casting one last glance at the chains - turned and made his way back down the corridor, taking the right hand exit from the junction instead. He'd been planning to keep to the left wall. Well...he was changing that, for the time being, by keeping to the right. It was a labyrinth, but by following the right wall he would probably find the exit<em>eventually.</em>Unless there was magical nonsense going on in the dungeon, but...well, if that was the case, then there was nothing he could do, and at least keeping to the right wouldn't<em>hurt,</em>right? At the junction, he continued going the only other way he could have gone, keeping an eye and ear out for traps, creatures and other nasty beasties that might cause him issue. He hoped that whatever was around in this dungeon could be reasoned with, or a Pacifist run might be...challenging, to say the least, especially on his own. If anything ever called for sneaking, he was going to have a very, very bad time! He might have a bad time anyway, but at least he reckoned he'd be able to get out alive, if nothing else. He was just worried about his friends; without him, they did not exactly have easy access to healing if one of them got hurt. So...step one, find his friends. Step two, complete the dungeon. Step three...well. He didn't want to get his hopes up. He'd leave Step Three vague, for now, for his own good.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">tl;dr</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arty thinks "Fuck this" and turns around to go the other direction, taking the right hand passageway at the junction rather than the left.</div></div>