<strong>Name:</strong>Zelthos<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/19 |<strong>AC:</strong>10<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong>1st level: 1<br/><strong>Spell-Like Abilities:</strong>7/8 Summon Monster I (Standard Action)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Consciousness came slowly back to Zelthos. What happened? Last thing, he had been... traveling, right? Yes... away from the city, and towards... Wait, what city? His entire mind was moving slowly. A groan, followed by a cough, as the strange liquid was drained from the tank. Nearly falling out of it forwards, Zelthos barely managed to grab onto the side of the tank, steadying himself. Long, flowing blonde hair obstructed part of his face, falling down over his shoulders, but he was definitely missing something important. Who the hell had stolen his clothes?! With eyes finally getting some focus back, he did notice that he wasn't alone in this... predicament. Not only was he not the only humanoid stumbling out of these odd tanks, but they were all decidedly lacking clothes, too. Beautiful women, and a ruggedly handsome man. Well, apparently someone had been trying to collect themselves the best looking individuals in the realms?<br/><br/>The summoner made a conscious effort not to look too closely at anyone present, and hoped they'd return the favor. His almost ethereal beauty would stand out, of course, since he looked 'beyond' human in every way - an expression of his vampiric, cursed blood, together with a reddish scar on much of his chest going down, as if someone had raked a burning, jagged sword over his body and injured his unearthly pale skin with a permanent mark. However, there was also a decidedly less good-looking group here. What the heck were those things? Dog-men? Their snarling faces definitely didn't look very friendly. Great. He doubted they were going to give him the full minute he'd need to-<br/><br/>In fact, they didn't even give him time to finish the thought. One of the snarling furred beasts lunged at Zelthos, who barely managed to raise an arm to put between those snapping jaws and his throat. He groaned in pain, but at least he wasn't dead. This thing would've killed him without hesitation! Getting his arm free and staggering back slightly, he heard the rugged man next to him speak - and apparently, enjoy himself. In many ways, even. Zelthos managed to slip out of the direct melee with the beast thanks to some clever footwork and a sidestep as he could only shake his head at that.<strong>"I'd prefer having my sword, actually. <em>Come Forth!</em>"</strong><br/><br/>Zelthos' right hand suddenly glowed with ephermeal, blue and green light, and in a flash, before the dog-like monster man could follow up, a squawking eagle manifested out of thin air, in a flurry of talons and beak. The probably slightly surprised monster managed to fend off the eagle for now, which seemed to be gleaming without any outside light - a celestial being, apparently.<strong>"But, I can improvise."</strong><br/><br/>For now, Zelthos wasn't even really realizing that the stranger was actually flirting with him. Maybe it was the pain from the bite earlier, or the focus required to call forth a creature to fight for him, or maybe just a bit of denial that anyone would be so bold.<strong>"Tch... though if these things continue being this tough, we might need more than a stiff drink later!"</strong>