<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/64a2498f8f357fcb64ca8ebeaf34627a/jikpxzj/dCTmxz1ld/tumblr_static_yasuo_headshot_3.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/dream-crow-j-ferwerda.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ramza, Half-elf Mageknight</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 48/48 / <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 / <strong>Touch</strong> 16 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 16 / <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +11 / <strong>Ref</strong> +12 / <strong>Will</strong> +13<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +6 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nell, Raven Familiar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 24/24 / <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 16 / <strong>Touch</strong> 14 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 14 / <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +3 / <strong>Ref</strong> +4 / <strong>Will</strong> +10<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +14 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +2</div></div><hr/>Ramza checked over his equipment; backpack with its miscellaneous apparel that he might need on the journey; check. Daggers lined within the light vest that would protect him at most from a stiff breeze; check. A large, ornate sword hung at his hip made for a two-handed grip; check. The stomach-warmer, his only sign of armor which was strapped around his torso while the vest flapped open, showing tanned skin and taut muscles as he prepared himself to readiness.<br/><br/>He had a few more things, but they far less expressed him in comparison to the other things. An invisible shield of pure force floated around him, moving with him and able to protect him from anything from a sword-swing to a hail of arrows. A mask appearing to have been battered into place by a single hunk of iron he fitted over his face, and a single amulet hung around his neck while two rings adorned his fingers and a stone slowly circled his head shedding light through its slow rotation.<br/><br/>The backpack around his shoulders was not so heavy to cause him discomfort, but still a reminder that he was going away from the ship that had been a home to him for such a short time. A breath in and with every exhale he could feel the tenuous connection to... something. Something greater than himself that he still served, despite being so far from the very plane where he had dwelt for almost his entire life. Sometimes it waxed, other times it waned, but always it was there, a silent reminder of who he was,<em>what</em>he was. And his duty too, to see them to where they must go in order to capture an elemental in order to power the ship and leave from this jungle-strewn place. But that would come later.<br/><br/>"Can't say I've been much in a jungle before," he remarks to the others gathered about as he looks towards the uncivilized arena where life and death were a constant, daily struggle for its inhabitants. "Hopefully we can find the creatures we seek quickly, and be back before much time has passed." He looks to the others; "Any ideas where we might find such elemental creatures? Had I the knowledge of tracking, I am certain I might help in that regard, but unfortunately that is something I lack," he shrugged, waiting for one of the others to speak. Before anyone can speak up, the raven flying overhead lands lightly on his shoulder eliciting an eyeroll from her master as she eyes him critically.<br/><br/>"Even if you couldn't see anything under your nose, I'll be up ahead making sure you don't fall with those clumsy humanoid feet of yours into any tar pools," she says quite haughtily, with only the slightly mocking tone revealing not only her tease but also her fondness for the man. "Nell..." he starts, glaring at her before she takes off with a<em>caw, caw, caw,</em>back to circle in the air high above them.