<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Methu the Imbiber</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921897#msg13921897)</div>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4d/Methu_01.jpg/404px-Methu_01.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 366/366 (+30 THP) <br/><strong>AC:</strong>47 <strong>Ini:</strong>+33<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+59, <strong>Listen</strong>+57<br/>Daily Buffs<br/>Darkvision, True Seeing, Mind Blank</div></div></div></div>Methu felt the pull towards Hades, and he was always one to follow urges and desires, even if Hades was hardly a place he could imagine being enjoyable. He was slightly more confident in what he was walking into. He didn't become an Archfiend without some notion of paranoia, but if somebody wanted to entice him to walk into a trap -- they would have been more specific with the urges and sensations luring him in. He appeared in an instant, teleporting to a space outside of the castle's wards a few feet into the air. He lowered himself down, landing on boots designed to fit on his satyr's legs. Folds of silken fabric were draped around his waist and resting high along his thighs, doing less than the bare minimum to be modest; given how the thin, soft material draped over an infamous endowment. A pair of heavy gauntlets covered his arms all the way up to just short of broad shoulders. Straps crossed along the front and back of his chest to keep them tied to his body, and the heavy metal only made his substantial bulk seem all the more imposing. A brief glance around before he made his way towards the stairs, his arms swaying, as if they were weighed down too much or that he was simply too lazy to lift them.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the stairs, he saw the mess that one of the earlier guests had left, and whatever effort he put into walking had reached its peak. He drifted up off the ground and along the stairs. Even upon reaching the top, he kept the lazy glide through the air towards the front door. His arms finally moved to knock heavily against it, enough for the castle to respond to him and open. The knock served as the warning, but he continued to progress in until stopped...