<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/dZrNWou.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Calliope Dwahvel<br/><strong>Status:</strong><em>mage armor</em>, +4 AC, AC 15<br/><strong>HP</strong>19<br/><hr/><br/>Calliope has done a lot of traveling, both on planes and between them, but this is unlike anything she's experienced before, and not in a good way.<em>Someone stop this ride, I want off,</em>she thinks to herself as she tumbles through the infinity of void and emptiness, wracked with dizziness, nausea, and the feeling that she's skirting very close,<em>too close</em>to becoming undone entirely.<br/><br/>Finding solid ground beneath her again, anchored in reality - well,<em>a</em>reality - comes as a relief. Well,<em>almost</em>a relief. It takes a few heartbeats for the pounding headache she feels to fade away, for her to orient herself. It's a bit hard to decide whether the tableau is grotesque, darkly beautiful, or both, she thinks as she wonders how she got here, why she's here.<br/><br/>Before she has much of a chance to figure any of that out, though, a thought comes to her mind, confusing, unbidden, and most definitely not her own, provoking the man she'd appeared beside into hasty, ill-advised action.<br/><br/>"Wait!" she cries too late as he all but throws himself into battle. Unhappily, she draws out her wand, quickly casting a spell of warding to protect herself. "I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding, a mistake!" She calls desperately after him, stomping her foot for emphasis. "Can't we take a moment to talk like civilized sentients?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Calliope casts <em>mage armor</em> on herself. 49 charges remaining.<br/></div></div>