<div class="floatleft">(http://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/neverwinter.gamepedia.com/thumb/3/3c/GF_Tiefling.jpg/173px-GF_Tiefling.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stat</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Value</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Modifier</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Save</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>STR</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>17</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>DEX</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>11</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>0</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CON</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>INT</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>9</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>WIS</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>15</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+5</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CHA</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>15</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+5</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Armor Class:</strong> <em>18(20)</em><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> <em>12</em><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <em>0</em><br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/><br/><strong>Bishi:</strong> <em>250</em><br/><strong>Bijou:</strong> <em>225</em><br/><strong>Languages:</strong> <em> Common, Infernal, Celestial, Dwarven </em><br/><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Features</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Eldran’tyr</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>47/47</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>everyone!</em><br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>:<em>Brother Tanat</em><br/><hr/><br/>The last few days had been fairly boring for the paladin.  He disliked being idle, but hadn't dared get himself involved with anything that might have drawn him away from the mission that he had been granted.  He had spent most of his time within the temple grounds, within its safety, even though that had offered him some dark looks, when it was assumed he was not watching.<br/><br/>When the day came, Eldran wanted to make a good impression.  Imposing as it might have been, he wore his armor, and for moving through the city, the helm was in place as well.  The armor was polished to a fine sheen, well made, and even showing prayers and symbols of the god Tyr upon some of the buckles and plates.    The helm was simple, and large enough to slide over the stubs of his horns.  Wearing it, he looked no different than any other crusader might.  For wandering the streets, that was a good thing.  Over it all was an oversized cassock with Tyr's symbol; there was no disguising his nature as a paladin, not today, not for this meeting.  His sword was on his back, hilt over his shoulder, and his shield was strapped behind it.  Both would be difficult to remove, but this was supposed to be a diplomatic discussion, so he was not overly concerned there.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he was halfway to the manor that he considered that perhaps he was not just 'overdressed' but well overarmed for such a meeting.  However, it was too late to turn back now, and disarming would take nearly as long as putting all of the armor on.  So he continued forward instead.  Hopefully all would be explained in Tanat's letter of introduction, which had been tucked away beneath the plate, between metal and leather where he deemed it safest.<br/><br/>The guards were expecting them, of course, and while they did make a note (as was their duty) of his weapons, they said nothing, and led him into the courtyard, through the building to the meeting room overlooking it all.  From behind the visor the armored man let his eyes sweep over everyone; the half elf that was part of the officiant's welcoming committee was armed and armored as well, which immediately made him feel less foolish.  He watched as the others arrived... females all.  That also gave him pause, as he remembered Tanat's finally advise, and realized that evaluating each would be more difficult.<br/><br/>Another problem for another time.  Instead, he braced for the inevitable... but better now than later.  He reached up and removed the helm, revealing the dark red skin and the horns, broken off an inch off the forehead.  His dark hair had been tied back in a braid to tuck under the helm.  He held the helm under his arm, drew the document from under the plate, and took a step forward towards Mikael.  "Brother Lex Tanat offers his greetings."  He offered the document, before stepping back.  Offered to find a seat, he stood instead, shifting near the back of the room; his weight in the armor could cause embarrassment, so he decided not to risk any of the chairs.