<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/>As Arty rounded the corner and found the labyrinth spreading out before him, he actually felt a small degree of relief; whilst he knew by now never to trust any appearances in a dungeon - especially not one such as this - he was admittedly somewhat relieved to find that no immediate monsters were waiting for him. It seemed to be more of an intellectual challenge this time round rather than a physical or one based on the force of his will (though, granted, if it were an attempt to Enchant him he wouldn't realise because of his Amulet) and that much, he could handle. And by "Handle," of course he meant "find an exploit," as it were. He'd never really been one for sitting down and approaching puzzles logically, more looking to figure out how he could avoid it entirely. He didn't really enjoy sitting down and tackling puzzles one at a time, and given the pressing nature of his mission and the fact that he could still hear the heavy, steady footfalls echoing down the corridor behind him. He didn't know what it was, but he knew enough to know that he likely did<em>not</em>want to be caught by it...which meant that he could not risk getting lost in the Labyrinth for any length of time.<br/><br/>With a push of his wings, he rose into the air and scoured the surrounding area for any sign of other creatures or traps or spells that might prevent him from doing whatever it was that he decided to do; the monster in the hole had been there to prevent him from blindly flying over it, so perhaps there was a creature or spell here designed to force him to navigate the labyrinth the old fashioned way. He certainly hoped not - that would take him a great deal of time, time that he simply did not have - and figured...well, there was really only one way to find out, was there not? Assuming that he saw nothing, Arty angled his body as he flapped his wings, and began to fly down the center of the room, eyes sharp on the lookout for any creatures, spells or doors that he could see, doing his best to fly high enough to avoid anything reaching up at him from the ground. Sometimes, he absolutely adored having wings; they made everything so, so much easier in a lot of ways, and avoiding nonsense like this was one of them!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rules Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arty Rolls Perception to see if he can see anything "weird" about the Labyrinth. <br/><br/>Arty Rolle Perception: 1d20a24 Result: 44 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125196)<br/><br/>Assuming he sees nothing out of the ordinary, Arty flies upwards, to take him higher than the walls of the labyrinth in an attempt to fly over it and skip the labyrinth entirely.</div></div>