<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JuU9lRym.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em> Cordain Stromnal</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>54/54</em><br/><hr/><br/>As the tree begins to groan, Cordain stops his painting abruptly, his brush halting as he leans to the side, looking past his canvas and to the great tree itself, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. When the fissure appears in the air, his eyes widen and he quickly sets his paint brush down upon the easel, collecting his halberd from its resting place next to him and stepping around the unfinished painting and its stand. He assumes a readied stance, the tip of the halberd levelled towards the fissure. As the fissure grows, he stares at it, almost transfixed, obviously wary of the magical phenomenon. When the flames burst from it he crouches slightly, as through preparing for something to leap out and attack. Then, when the tree-like creature falls from the strange gateway, Cordain lowers the tip of his halberd to follow it as it hits the ground. He stands there for several seconds, waiting, until after a moment he's satisfied that creature doesn't seem to be in any condition to fight, at which point his stance relaxes, and he rests the butt of his halberd on the ground, looking around at the others who seem lost in this strange place.<br/><br/>"What... is that?" He asks, gesturing towards the fallen tree-thing with the butt of his halberd, not asking anyone in particular.