<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/Vadimirin/CharImgs/Monstrous/1342192662505.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">M’iaq</span></span></strong>,<em>Male Catfolk Monk 1/Rogue 1</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13965)<br/>HP:16 (Current: 12)  AC: 16,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 16,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 12<br/><strong>Fort</strong>:+5<strong>Ref</strong>:+10<strong>Will</strong>:+6<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cheat Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Punch +4 (1d6+1/x2); Flurry +3/+3 (1d6+1/x2)<br/><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br/><strong>-Spells</strong>: Bless (+1 attack &amp; saves vs fear), Protection from Evil<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span></div></div><hr/><br/>Horror struck M’iaq to his core as he watched their hero and savior struck down by the nightmarish demon lord.  Terendelev was the only clear beacon of hope amongst all this chaos; the only one who had the power to stem the elements of the horde that were too powerful for anybody else to fight.  He watched in growing dread as the mighty dragon continued to fight even as things became dire.  It wasn’t until the ground beneath him quaked and started to yield that his attention was torn away from the epic struggle to focus on his own immediate plight.<br/><br/>Adrenaline flooded through him as the very stones at his feet began to give way to the expanding rift.  He was quick to jump from where he stood onto sturdier ground an instant before it fell only for that too to give way.  Despite his best attempts to avoid falling into the chasm, it expanded far too quickly for him to possibly keep up as no solid ground remained from him to leap from.  He reached out hopelessly towards the jagged wall of the pit, but he knew he was too far away to have any hope of grabbing anything to arrest his fall.  All he could do was look up at the last moments of the fight between Terendelev and Khorramzadeh as the darkness of the pit swallowed him.  He found some consolation in his fate knowing that there was some honor in dying alongside a mighty exemplar of good.<br/><br/>There was an instant of surprise when his eyes met with Terendelev’s; he could see the genuine concern she held for him and those that fell with him.  Even as the demon’s blade rose for the killing blow, her focus remained upon them as she uttered words of arcane power that M’iaq could not comprehend until he felt the rate of his descent lessen.<strong>”No!”</strong>It was all he could do to warn his savior before Khorramzadeh’s blade struck her down.  He only had an instant to witness the sight of her demise before they were swallowed by the earth as though it was some massive maw.<br/><br/>The weightless descent enveloped by darkness was surreal to M’iaq.  Part of him wondered if he had actually died just now and the floating sensation was actually his spirit transitioning from the Material plane.  That suspicion was quickly dashed once his feet found solid ground and somebody else summoned light to cast out the darkness.  He took a moment to look at his fellow survivors before asking to nobody in particular,<strong>”What is this place?”</strong><br/><br/>When his gaze fell upon the woman who was pinned beneath rubble, M’iaq instinctively went to her and started doing what he could to pull the debris off her.  He welcomed the distraction, anything to keep him from thinking too intently on everything that had just happened.