<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>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 could barely hear growls coming from some far-off place. Dimly, he realized that it was his own throat as threw himself harder against the pinholes. It wasn't working, consarnit! Well, if brains didn't work, it was time for brawn. Metaphorically speaking, of course. He concentrated, and felt the levels of energy within himself, quiescent until he drew upon them. More grunts issued from his throat as he drew deep, deeper than he ever had in his young life. He plumbed the depth of his energy... and was found wanting. Panic raced through him as he realized that his normal energy would not be near enough. But he had to do it--he<em>had</em>to! And so he delved even deeper, scraping against the bottom of his soul, raising metaphorical silt and scratching against his very core.<br/><br/>And suddenly he had the power. It was more than he had ever held before, held in ready. He could distantly hear the grunt turning into a slow laugh, but his body was so far removed that he barely sensed it. With what felt like barely an effort he forced the holes wider, and the straw along with them. That wasn't enough though, so he imagined multiple straws, and suddenly there was a legion poking into holes that were so far he had never seen them before. And he found the right one--and sucked at the power. Words boomed from his chest; "Ygddrasil, world tree of life and light, master of the hollow earth and keeper of all things sacred, hear the call of your most sacred servant! Beware the enemies in your midst who would corrupt your most holy power, Ward thyself with light and life, grant power to your servant to stave off the touch of the damned and keep the night from encroaching its filth upon your space! Lift thyself and stand strong against those who would do harm to your allies! By the name of Gaia, aid your servants and destroy those who would lift a hand against you!"<br/><br/>He felt a dim response, a murmur of power, and all of a sudden felt dozens of warm hands on his body, lifting himself off the air and whispering words into his ear. They spoke of hearing his plight, of willingness to fight those who would harm, and protecting his allies. He began to draw deeper on the power, intent on helping further, but felt an almost motherly smile and shake of a head, a warning that he would lose himself, that he would be lost forever within the World Tree. It was a soft rebuff--by divine standards, at any rate, and suddenly he felt himself flying back towards his body over a vast distance. A jarring journey, and he felt himself collide into his own flesh once more, and felt it falter, rocking him back and setting him to his knees as he panted, sweat dripping from every pore on his body. A chuckle emanated from his throat before turning into a hiss at the pain and discomfort of sore limbs, and he nodded to the others. "I--I need a moment. But go--go! Save the prisoners, kill their captors if you can. I... I just need a moment to collect myself," he coughed, and noticed blood on the floor mixed with saliva before raising a finger to a wetness he could feel at a suddenly nosebleed. He wiped it away and panted on the ground, willing himself to rise once more. His knees buckled, and he realized he would truly need a few moments before coming to help the others.<br/><br/>Mayce made a quiet keening under its breath and Dellim patted the dinosaur softly before nodding. "Go help them," he whispered, gesturing with his head as he tried to collect himself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spent 2 1st-level spells and a 2nd-level spell. Out of mythic power for the next 3 days. GG.<br/><br/>Also, sorry for the artistic license, but... couldn't help it. Too much awesome ;D</div></div>