<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>42/42<strong>MythPower:</strong>5<strong>AC:</strong>20<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +9, Reflex +3, Will +7<strong>Init:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps the strange elf was an archmage. Or a high priest of Nethys, a god known only by rumor and ancient tales in Marcus' homeland. Perhaps he was a dragon-riding knight of the skies, or a suit of skin containing six smaller elves. There was little profit in trying to penetrate every story. Better to accept the evidence of his senses, Marcus thought. Dellim was a good talker, certainly better than Marcus himself and a great deal more intelligible than Skin. There were people and things in this place that needed talking to, and so Dellim was useful. It was enough.<br/><br/>While the mechanical knight was being interrogated Marcus took to examining the dark portal that seemed to represent their only way forward. His eyes strained to reveal nothing in the blackness. His sensitive nose sought clues of a different sort. Perhaps here, away from the scouring winds, he could at last begin to track their quarry.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tracking, using Survival and scent ability. Though it doesn't seem as if there's any other way to go from here, right?<br/><br/>Roll Result: Marcus rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total<br/>Comment: Tracking scent<br/>Result: 20, <br/>Total: 29<br/><br/>Booyah. I would also like to know what each of them had for lunch, and which ones are left handed.<br/><br/></div></div>