<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>20 (21)<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>14<strong>Touch:</strong>20 (21)<strong>CMD:</strong>24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a touch galling to be relegated to being the rearguard, in all honesty; he'd been the one to see up the lift-shaft, and he was the one with the best night-vision, so surely he should have been one of the first up? Did they think he was too noisy to be quiet and sneaky? Well...he supposed they might have a point. Stealth was not something he excelled in, and not something that - given the choice - he would employ as a primary strategy. He was all about the fight, the spectacle, facing off against a skilled opponent one on one, having to use their wits and their brawn to test each other. All of that sneaking around in the dead of night, shiving people from behind? That wasn't for him. That wasn't<em>fun,</em>frankly, and if he wasn't having fun, then what was the point? Life was too short to waste doing things you didn't enjoy, and if he ended up biting off more than he could chew and a fight killed him...well, at least he had the pleasure of fighting a tough opponent before he went down. The most he could hope for was that he made them work bloody hard for it first!<br/><br/>So, he guarded the rear as they requested - which had an unexpected benefit, since he got to see Eidolana's luscious ass swaying on the rope as she disappeared up the rope towards the shaft - but not before gesturing for Eidolana to<em>not</em>cast any light on herself. He wasn't an expert in stealth, but something told him that sending out giant pulsing orbs of light would not keep them hidden, and they definitely did not want to get attacked before they were all up there in one piece, right? So he shook his head when she gestured for light, then watched her disappear up the rope. When he had confirmation that she had reached her destination, he took one last look around the lower level, then hopped onto the rope and proceeded to scale it as quietly as he could manage. Whilst he hated sneaking around, if that was what the rest of the group wanted to do, then he would tolerate it for the time being. In fairness, he was getting rather sick to the back teeth of this place, and if sneaking meant that they got out sooner, then he could put up with it for the foreseeable future.<br/><br/>Reaching the top of the rope last, after the Drow, he could feel something wash over him briefly, as if dunking him in cold water. He frowned, glancing at the threshold, then shrugged to himself as he stepped forwards, eyes scouring what he assumed was darkness. Not that he could tell.<strong>"What're we bein' quiet for?"</strong>he asked in a hushed voice.<strong>"I assume y'lot heard somethin'?"</strong>The sooner they moved out, the better, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. His eyes raked over the room they were standing in, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Just because he wanted a good fight didn't mean he had to be<em>completely</em>reckless, after all! Loving the fight didn't mean he rushed in without thinking, even if it was hard for him to stay stealthy and sneaky and shit. There were other things he was looking forward to that rushing in could hurt, after all; For example, he wanted to enjoy Ming and the Drow's company some more and you couldn't flirt with beautiful women if you were dead! That was just common sense!<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Stealth Check:</strong> 22<br/><strong>Perception Check:</strong> 10</div></div>