<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/Capture_zpsf2lu6zbx.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dellim, Half-Elf Sorcerer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 34/34/ <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 16 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 15 / <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -1<br/><strong>Mythic Power:</strong> 0/5<br/><hr/><strong>Legendary Power:</strong> 2/2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>1st Level:</strong> 5/8<br/><strong>2nd Level:</strong> 1/4<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mayce, Ankylosaurus Animal Companion</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 23/23 / <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 27 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12/ <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 25 / <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +4 / <strong>Ref</strong> +7 / <strong>Will</strong> +3<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +7 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +1<br/><hr/>Active Effects:<br/></div></div><hr/>Dellim desperately holds onto Mayce, his knees still quivering from the exertion of having convinced the World Tree that he was a proper druid... or something. He could still feel the tingles of power, the fading euphoria, and the mix of adrenaline and fear that somehow the energy would rebound on him, now that he was out of the moment. On top of that, the trip through the portal had been harrowing to say the least, the rush of pure energy surrounding them as they entirely changed existences.<br/><br/>This new place was... different, to say the least. He thought he could see beings of all stripes and from all corners of the multiverse here, and the sights and sounds were a cacophony on his senses as he reeled, taking refuge in the solid armor plates that lined his companion's body. "How about telling us where we are, for a start? A hot meal and a bath wouldn't go askance either. Actually, change that order," he gasped through the mask covering his face, his voice gravelly but still giving clear show of his fatigue and the weariness that lined his body. Mayce gave a forlorn, worried cry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr3sBks5o_8) at his master's apparent weakness, turning his head to look at the half-elf.<br/><br/>"And for another thing, what is that... thing? The word you mentioned? Why were they after it? Who<em>were</em>they in the first place?" his head swims with confusion, but somehow that serves to grant strength to his physical body as he fights to understand, and he finally rises fully, lifting his weight off of Mayce, though his knees still quiver slightly beneath his cloak. "And finally..." he says, hidden eyes rolling back a little at the pleasure of the memory, "what was that tree in there? I mean, I got a feeling of sorts but... what is it precisely? And how far do the roots go?" He recalls how they seemed to go on forever and ever with no end, and part of him wishes he had joined his soul to that ever-branching root, to become a part of the cosmos in its embrace.