The edge of the pit sloped beneath Artorius' feet, making what would have been a precarious position for any intrepid adventurer lacking the wings he was fortunate enough to possess. The instant he peered over the edge, his lifesight warned him of the inky black rubbery tentacles rising up, from the depths of the pit, eager to wrap themselves around his slender legs and drag them down into their debauched embrace. On guard as he was, Artorius deftly avoided the worst of the advances – all the tentacles really succeeded in doing was flipping his skirt, though perhaps they could throw the aasimar off-balance just enough to send him tumbling head over heels into their waiting "arms".<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rules stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reflex save to stand at the edge of the pit and not fall in.</div></div>