<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Minotaur27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Marcus Cantanos</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203749.msg9970844#msg9970844)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/42<strong>MythPower:</strong>5<strong>AC:</strong>20<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +9, Reflex +3, Will +7<strong>Init:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203764.msg11133685#msg11133685">Quote from: Ghostwheel on 05-04-2015, 19:41:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good job, everyone," (Dellim) congratulated the others.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Agreed," grunts Marcus. "We are beginning to fight as a team. With your enchantments and Desh's healing I feel like I could match against a phalanx. And friend Skin, your..." Yet words fail him. He has no comprehension of what Skin is capable of, after all this time, and suspects that it is best that the details remain hidden. "...Your courage is impressive."<br/><br/>The surprise flanking attack on his rearguard position does little damage, except to his calm demeanor. His tail swishes back and forth involuntarily in response.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203764.msg11134501#msg11134501">Quote from: Loki Aesir on 06-04-2015, 01:05:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Was that a hint of disappointment I saw in your eyes when you realized it was only me who mended your wounds?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"N-No. Not disappointment. Pleasant surprise, that we should have such a resource at our disposal. Thank you, indeed, for saving my life. I suspect it will be difficult in coming days to track such things, but for now I am in your debt."<br/><br/>There was nothing to scavenge from the disintegrated corpses, and no reason to linger while all still had strength left to travel. Marcus followed Khan through the doorway, axe at the ready. He did his best to ignore the booming voice inside his head. The expression on his companions' faces told him that they, too, heard the thing. He only hoped that one of these mystically knowledgeable ones would know what to do when the time came to confront such a being. An axe was of little use against a voice inside one's one skull, except as a last-ditch resort.<br/><br/><br/>As they emerge into the huge chamber, Marcus immediately takes note of the statues of the unknown race. They are right next to the statues of the other unknown race, and the third unknown race, and then another unknown race with perfectly smooth features. Perhaps all of the hundreds of statues in this room were fanciful artistic creations, yet even with Marcus' provincial outlook he could not quite convince himself of this. The universe was becoming a broader and far stranger place with each new doorway crossed.<br/><br/>One figure he does recognize, and unconsciously takes a step toward, his hoof pawing the stone floor.<br/><br/>"Nemesil." The word is an introduction, of sorts, but an inadequate one. Marcus continues. "A spy, judged and sentenced for death in my homeland. Yet he escaped execution by my hand. The consequences were... problematic." Inside his enormous skull, though, Marcus was trying to sort things through. The High Council had ruled that the unprecedented escape from the Labyrinth had been an act of the Gods, beyond reproach. Which meant Marcus had no authority to seek retribution here for the shame that had fallen upon him. Marcus was a creature of Law. He would abide by the ruling of the authorities in far-off Bethos.<br/><br/>But he still wanted to tear this man's head off. The placid, impartial demeanor of the Executioner had never come easily to Marcus. It entirely deserted him now. His nostrils flare, his tail twitches angrily, and his knuckles whiten around the haft of his axe.<br/><br/>He bore no ill will to the woman, except that she stood in this man's company. Cute horns, though. And she seemed to know a great deal about their quest.<br/><br/>"Perhaps... Someone else should speak," Marcus says to his companions through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>