<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/VoOvm3H.jpg?1)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">KAL-DORN (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1052482)</span></span></strong><br/>N Male Aasimar<br/><em>darkvision 60 ft.</em><br/><strong>Move:</strong>40 ft. (8 squares);<strong>Init:</strong>+3;<strong>Hp:</strong>14/14;<strong>Rage:</strong>6/6 rounds<br/><strong>Resist:</strong>acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5<br/><strong>AC</strong>16 (touch 13, flat-footed 13);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+4,<strong>Will</strong>+2<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Androffan, Draconic, Hallit<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing/Carrying (32 lbs; light load)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adventurer's Sash<br/>Cold weather outfit<br/>Scimitar<br/>Studded leather armour</div></div><hr/><br/>Kal-Dorn looked down in surprise, having expected a more drawn out battle - in his eyes, machines were durable and powerful constructs.  Perhaps they were more fallible than he thought?  Certainly, this one was not like the ones the Technic League seemed to command, so perhaps it was old and not at it's best...<br/><br/>As he was about to approach and help Rix inspect it, he looked up in mild surprise at the girl that burst in and her sudden scream.  He would have been bemused, but given Rix's reaction to Val Baine's entry, he was merely amused at the sudden change of pace in the situation.  "Well, let us hope it is not beyond repair," he grunted, poking the metal chassis with his sword.  "Though I'm afraid that whilst it may be fixed physically, there is something broken inside it's mind - the blasted thing could tell the difference between repairing and destroying."<br/><br/>He grimaced when she told him he help her with her work, as it had been a good long time since he had ever held a hammer in his hands, and had probably gone well at of practice to ever make a good blacksmith unless he decided to practice again.  Not before finding Khonnir at any rate.  However, in what was turning to be the new highlight of his day, was the revelation that Cosima was an android - like the robot at his foot, but something alive and probably more than his mind was ever going to comprehend.  He had always though her human, but specially marked by the wonders of Numeria, though it had turned out to be the opposite.  Certainly, she was more than this machine at his feet was ever going to be.<br/><br/>Reaching down, he did his best to extricate Drazzek's arrow from the thing's 'neck', pausing superstitiously for a moment to see if came back to life.  "Good shot archer," he nodded at the older man, handing him back the arrow.  "Maybe keep it for a good luck charm, yes?"<br/><br/>"Don't worry about your father Val.  I promise that we will find him, no matter what it takes.  I'm certain he's just as worried about you as you are about him."