<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 felt drained after the effort, and still panted with the effort. Mayce stayed beside him, and made a soft keening sound, preferring to stay beside his master despite the order, something Dellim was grateful for. "Good... boy," he managed to gasp as he pulled himself up bodily, hand over hand on the rocky protrusions covering the ankylosaurus's body. Finally up on his feet, he tottered towards where he had felt the portal resonate when Marcus shared his memory with them, leaning heavily on the dinosaur's body, but feeling himself regain his energy slowly.<br/><br/>First he contemplated Marcus's recollection, trying to see if the very essence of the memory might be the key to the portal, despite not feeling any personal sense of loss or shame in it. If that doesn't seem to activate the portal, he instead turns his sight inward, releasing a sigh as he thinks upon a more personal guilt.<br/><br/>He had come from a dusty, sand-filled world. Only in his pocket valley, lined by tall mountains where magic storms raged for aeons stopping all forms of travel, was there peace and greenery. The gods had long forsaken everything outside their small haven, and sorcerer-kings ruled the outside world, the only passage between a long and dark tunnel lined with metal grates that had to be lifted from within the valley and shielded from all magic. It was known that if ever a sorcerer without knowledge of their ways penetrated the land he could suck the very life from the land with nothing but a thought to fuel his own magic, drying their streams and killing all crops in one fell swoop to lay havoc and destruction on his land for centuries to come.<br/><br/>He had made a mistake in one of his sojourns outside to learn of the land Outside, and had unknowingly brought such a sorcerer in, one who had defiled and desecrated a small patch of land and killed dozens before being brought low with arrows and magic. He still remembered the screams of his people, and afterwards the yellowed patches where no crops would ever grow again for as long as he lived. He hated that memory, and shuddered as he brought it back, and ever-present reminder of what he should not have done. He flooded himself with the thoughts, and allowed the guilt and shame to wash over him. It made him feel more despondent, and he hoped that opening the portal would be worth these feelings.