<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8F6o7yL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Malik</span></span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1419696)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>NG Medium humanoid (human)</em><br/><strong>AC</strong> 19 (<strong>Touch</strong> 12, <strong>FF</strong> 17), <strong>CMD</strong> 18 (<strong>FF</strong> 16)<br/>     <strong>Perception</strong> +9 (No current special perception benefits)<br/>     <strong>Languages</strong> Common, Elven<br/><strong>Appearance/Equipment:</strong> Clad in armor, though looking too worried about a potential fight.<br/><strong>Current Thoughts:</strong> A little more introspective and pensive than before, <br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong> (any additional information you want to point out)</span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">MAGIC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Hunter Spells Known</strong> (CL 1st; +5)<br/>1st (4/day) - <em>lead blades, magic fang</em><br/>0 - <em>create water, know direction, enhance diplomacy, detect magic, light, mending</em><br/></div></div><hr/><br/>“I am ready.” Malik replied when she asked whether or not he was ready. There was no chance of him backing out, and even If he was afraid, he was able to keep a more muted expression as she placed a hand coolly against the ball. While he had expected… something, the blue fire and smoke around him could have foretold any number of portent.<br/><br/>The humming seemed to be a precursor to the howling of the wind, a noise that only seemed to pick up as the magic intensified… And then, as the world erupted in flames, a hand was drawn to his blade before he realized that this was an illusion, or rather at least part of a vision and not real. The roiling fire consumed all in its path it seemed, from ravaging the land to crawling and dancing across even water, undaunted by its natural opposite amongst the elements.<br/><br/>Everything else felt like a blur, though he took it in with rapt attention and interest, from strange flying beasts to memories and visions of him as a little child, tugging against his mothers dress to get her attention. Still, the caravan trod on through the burning flames, seemingly fearless of it. Before he could make sense of anything, the visions, the fire, everything was swept away by winds so intense that he could have sworn they may as well have been real and seeking to swallow him as well! Breathing out abruptly, he gave pause as the vision ended, realizing his hand was still heavy against his blade before he made a conscious effort to let his hand go of it, it was all… visions, something that could happen, or perhaps she was a very good illusionist though he doubted that was the case in the end.<br/><br/>“Change awaits me then, either disaster or perhaps some more… fortunate thing.” He spoke, sighing out. “I thank you, Zilama.” his mind was already racing to comprehend what he saw, and while it was difficult, he still sought to at least discern  some of the meaning, or perhaps it would become clearer in time. “I’m going to get some rest before my watch. You should get some sleep too.” She looked exhausted, and for now he didn’t desire to interrupt her any longer. Giving a smile and a bow of his head, it was not long before he was out of her tent, and back to somewhere he could eat some rations, and clear his head.