<div class="floatleft">(http://img814.imageshack.us/img814/6629/burlyknighticon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"Magnus"</span></span><br/><em>- Servant of Iomedae</em>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8709)<br/>- 79/79 HP ; AC 27<br/>-<em>Prepared Spells:</em>Divine Favor; Protection from Evil<br/><hr/><br/>As usual, Ser Magnus' sword had shrieked from its sheathe the moment he'd felt the unnatural pull at his bones.  But against a force that no blade or strength of will could hope to match, he was woefully ill equipped.  This was not something that any mere man could hope to fend off, and with the others he was cast into a dark place free of movement and vision.<br/><br/>But the moment he had reclaimed consciousness, the mountainous man was on his feet again with greatsword at the ready.  But even here, on this barren plateau beaten by savage winds and clouds of gritty dust lit by the unseemly light of an obsidian star, there was no target for his aggression.  He grimaced, spitting a lump of dirt and bile from his mouth before glancing over to the rest of them.<br/><br/><strong>"I am unharmed,"</strong>he said, standing straight and proud in spite of the circumstances.<strong>"Nor will I be, by any foul force that calls this place its home."</strong><br/><br/>The paladin went to the edge of the cliff, gazing out at the savage wasteland they had managed to topple into.  He turned back to Naomi and Terra.<strong>"Do either of you know what manner of witchery might have caused this?  Was such a thing truly something of the Old World, a product of Alterion magicks?"</strong>