<strong>Zedik “Zed” Makhert</strong>Male Half-Elf Brawler (Constructed Pugilizt/Steel-Breaker) 1<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/2a/16/df2a169e970f202521a940afd6516ddd.jpg)</div>CG Medium humanoid (changeling)<br/>Init +2; Senses Low-Light Vision; Perception +8<br/>--------------------<br/>AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+2 armor, +1 shield, +2 Dex)<br/>hp 11/14 (1d10+3)(fcb +1)<br/>Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +2; +2 trait bonus vs fear and emotional effects<br/>--------------------<br/>Speed 30 ft.<br/>Unarmed Strike +3 (1d6+3/x2) or<br/>Tekko-Kagi +3 (1d3+2)<br/><hr/><br/>Making his way down the ledge, Zed would do what he could to hide his reaction to the cold that started to bite at him.  His shoulder ached particularly acutely where the metal appendage acted to draw the warmth from him.  Such a drastic dip in temperature didn’t make sense, even if it was so far below the earth.  His mind had been mulling over the oddity when his subconscious picked up on the mold growing among the rime that triggered a story he heard from one of his trips to the tavern.<br/><br/>“Watch out for that brown mold; some guy told me from his travels that there was a mold that fed on heat.  If we get too close, it’ll do so rapidly and violently.”<br/><br/>With that bit of knowledge, Zed would snuff the torch and stow it in his waistband before activating one of the sunrods he packed.  Once his eyes adjusted to the light once more, he would offer Noel a wary smile before looking seeking for a path that could allow them to skirt around the mold safely.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Take 10 on Climb check if permitted for total of 15.<br/><br/>Climb (if take 10 not allowed): <br/>At 2022-08-29 20:40:52, Zedik (uid: 15749) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=160700)<br/></div></div>