<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Minotaur27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Marcus Cantanos</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203749.msg9970844#msg9970844)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>29/29<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +6, Reflex +2, Will +2<strong>Init:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Two fortitude saves:<br/>Roll Result: Marcus rolled: 2d20, modifying each die by 6<br/>Comment: Two fortitude saves<br/>Result: 15, 17, <br/>Total: 32<br/></div></div><br/>The wriggling of the maggots along his skin persisted for long after he emerged, dripping, from the loathsome lake. Marcus thought that they might be with him for the rest of his days, spectral recollections burrowing through his thick hair. He wanted a bath of an entirely different sort, hot enough to sterilize his skin, clean enough to wash free the dust and ash of this wretched plane. Such a luxury, though, would be an imprudent expense. They had managed to maintain much of their equipment, and a bag of other sundries besides that could bear further investigation. Yet they had no clear path to generating income, or the reknown that seemed to promise them exit from this place.<br/><br/>So he thought, until he heard mention of the Grand Arena. Wisely he remained quiet until the Seneschal had taken his leave. The three of them sought a slightly more private corner of the public street to discuss their options.<br/><br/>"That was well handled, Fyr. You have a gift for negotiation with these creatures, and it is appreciated. I think that diplomacy will serve us well when it can be applied instead of force. With only the three of us remaining I feel that all of our talents will be put to the test." He paused to watch a particularly scaly denizen walk nearby, granting them only the briefest look of consideration before proceeding. For now, at least, it seemed they were largely below notice.<br/><br/>"There may be a hundred ways for us to find what we seek, but to me the Grand Arena sounds like the most accessible option. If the fights are honorable and well-matched, as it is said, then we may fairly apply our skills. I have never fought for the entertainment of others; the idea itself is somewhat distasteful. When in Romus, though, as they say... It also strikes me that there may be others stranded here as we are, and that they may too gravitate to the Arena as their best option for escape. We may find allies as well as enemies there, if we are lucky."<br/><br/>He took the time to dress himself again in his armor, dry from the scrap of boat that had carried it across. He seemed to show no shame in the period of public nudity. Indeed, in his home city the climate often dictated minimal or even optional dress, a fashion practiced equally by the humans and the bestial races.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Shoot! After delaying three weeks and finally getting a post up, FallenDabus scoops me by minutes! FD, can I let this entry stand as occurring just before your last post?<br/></div></div>