<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Morrigan_concept_icon.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desh Swaileh</span></strong><br/>HP: 26/26, AC 22, Init +3, Saves 4/5/9<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13979)<br/><hr/><br/>After being introduced by name, Desh stepped around the Beholder giving it a fleeting skeptical side-glance that was obscured to it by the edge of her hood.  There was an instant of surprise in her eyes when she finally looked at the others, but that was quickly hidden behind her sultry smile.  Apart from a few fleeting cracks in her façade, she was the model example of a self-assured femme fatale.  Internally, though, she was struggling to come to grasps with the situation she found herself in.  Only a few days prior she was the most freakish being she had ever known; a changeling amidst elves, humans, and gnomes.  Now she was the closest thing resembling a typical being of the material plane whose closest competition was a raving madman who was presently standing on the ceiling without a lick of magic to help him do so.<br/><br/>The reality she once knew was flipped on its head about as literally as can be.  It was a notion that unsettled her greatly given the fact that the ritual that sent her here was one that was to guide her to the source of her divine power.  There was a lot in this plane that she struggled to wrap her head around, but not the least of which is the possibility that the source of her life-aligned magic originated from a place of such madness.  As The Eye in the Darkness continued to speak on the dangers of this place, Desh absentmindedly placed her hand in the large leather satchel riding at her hip and stroked the furred mass that resided within to help dull the edge of her nerves.<br/><br/>Desh looked intently at the map as it was unfurled before them, quickly finding herself bewildered by what it revealed.  “That cross-section of the tower…  Is that indicative of every level?”  She asked the Beholder.  “If it is and all the doors on each level convene at a central chamber, then it isn’t so much an issue of where in the tower as it is what level of the tower your…” Desh falters for a moment as she tried to recall how they referred to the missing group, “measure is in.”<br/><br/>After a few seconds of consideration, she shook her head and stepped away from the map tisking her tongue with annoyance.  “As straightforward as it seems, this place seems to abhor rationality.  There is bound to be a lot about this place that cannot possibly be depicted through mundane parchment and pen.  I have some skill with tracking, but given how much time has passed and the harsh winds, I won’t be likely to find anything but the freshest of trails.  Still, I’ll provide whatever assistance I can and am ready to leave at any time."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It would take a Sense Motive DC 24 to see through Desh’s façade to get some insight of her true feelings.<br/></div></div>