<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 / 8 x 1st, 7 / 8 x 2nd, 7 / 8 x 3rd, 7 / 7 x 4th, 5 / 5 x 5th<br/><strong>Channel Energy Remaining / Dice:</strong>8 / 6d6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Artorius had the beginnings of an idea. A plan. It was risky, there were many moving parts that could feasibly go wrong - which often meant that it was all but guaranteed to go off the rails at some point - but it was a proactive plan, at the very least. He couldn't continue running forever, after all; the Dryad was correct. He would have to rest at some point, and there was no guarantee that he would be able to find a safe place to stay with the creature prowling after him. If he could disable it or even break the control the "Chained Devils" had over it...well, it would all depend on what kind of Minotaur it happened to be. From the sounds of it, she was talking about a Kyton Apostle - dangerous things, and they could be a range of temperaments all the way from begrudging to gleeful - but considering the stipulations of the dungeon and the limitations of his own situation...he couldn't afford to try anything else. He was a persuasive guy, after all, and he had to trust that his tongue was talented enough in<em>some</em>way to persuade the creature to spare him, or at the very least, give him a head start. He took a deep breath in through his nose, and cast a reassuring glance towards the nervous, anxious form of Mink on his shoulder.<br/><br/>He looked back at the Dryad, sorrow etched into his face.<strong>"I...I'm sorry, My Lady. I know of several ways to ward you and your tree from such devils, but none of them are within my power."</strong>He frowns a little, looking down at the ground for a moment.<strong>"The least I can do is attempt to ensure that the Minotaur does not trouble you again. Once I have dealt with him, if there is <em>anything</em> I can do to perhaps move your tree, or Bond you elsewhere, away from this hell, then I will attempt to do so. But we can speak on that once the Minotaur has been dealt with."</strong>He looked up at her again sincerely.<strong>"I beseech you, My Lady, hide yourself. If my plan goes awry, I would not have you punished for assisting me. All going well, you shall see me again soon."</strong>He ached to help her, to make her situation better<em>somehow,</em>but he just did not have the means or the time to do so just yet. First...he had to deal with his pursuer. Enough running. He had to turn and face it, like a true Scion of The Gods.<br/><br/>He pushed himself away from the tree with several strong beats of his wings, turning on the spot to survey the maze beneath him. Spotting a dead end from the air that was only five feet wide and long enough in distance for his purposes - preferably around 45 to 50 feet, but failing that, as long as he could manage - he made his way over, alighting lightly on the ground immediately in front of the dead end, folding his wings behind him in an attempt to at least disguise their presence somewhat. Once there, he cast Enhanced Diplomacy upon himself, followed by Tongues, and waited, preparing for the Minotaur to round the far corner and spot him. His plan required a lot of rapid fire casting, but...that was what he was best at, outside of the bedroom. And if this didn't work...he might have to resort to that kind of persuasion instead. He wasn't opposed to it - he'd been with Minotaurs in the past, of course - but given the stakes...he wasn't ready to get that close and that vulnerable as Plan A. He readied his casting, keeping his ears and eyes open for the Minotaurs approach, heart hammering in his ears. This had to work. It<em>had</em>to.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Plan</div><div class="spoiler_body">Step 1: Once the Minotaur is fifteen feet inside the passageway, cast Stone Shape into a ten foot long, five foot wide, ten foot tall smooth stone wall, trapping the Minotaur inside the passageway.<br/>Step 2: Fly into the air 30ft and cast Sanctuary on himself.<br/>Step 3: Attempt to Diplomacy to appeal to the Minotaur it was (will be RPed out, simply including it here for the sake of completion)</div></div>