<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JUc5yAQ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fyr, Sultani Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 27/27 / <strong>Init</strong> +4<br/><strong>AC</strong> 23 / <strong>Touch</strong> 11 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 22 / <strong>CMD</strong> 14<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +3 / <strong>Ref</strong> +2 / <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2</div></div><hr/>"Disgusting, yes. But there's something... I don't know. Something morbidly wretched about it that makes you want to dip your enemies in it and hear them scream as the maggots eat at their wasting flesh," Fyr muses, biting her lower lip lightly at Marcus's words. Her breath catches in her throat as she remembers a few people she would have happily inflicted such a fate on, and one in particular who deserved that, and far, far worse.<br/><br/>At the creature's arrival, Fyr glances at Marcus again as he speaks, and then back at the ... abishai, as it had called itself. She barely stopped a smile from crossing her lips, one that would be all too clearly seen with the difference of her black skin and the fire that burned beneath the surface and maintained her life. Moving to the front, she says to the abishai, "Have our greetings, Arakka. I am Fyr Arnor of the sultani," she bowed, cleavage showing through the form-fitting armor she wore which clung to her body and displayed its curves despite the protection it gave her, a clear contrast from her glowing, fire-lit skin.<br/><br/>"If what you say is true, then perhaps our business is not with your mistress, but with you alone. We would be glad to have a potent being such as yourself show us the way deeper into the temple, to the second layer, and toward the City of Dis--or at least, as far as you would deign to show us," she says diplomatically, eyes intent on the one who confronted them. She wondered if his color followed that of dragonkind, and if he, like her, were aligned with fire to the point that all but the fiercest of flames and magics were sloughed off by his rough hide. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, and her words would carry them wherever they needed to go, but just in case she steeled herself for an imminent attack.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy check: 21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4591364/)<br/><br/>Knowledge (Planes) check: 24 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4591366/)</div></div>