<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/Elvenknight.jpg)</div><strong>Zanthus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188886.msg9128266#msg9128266)</strong><br/>Plothook character sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12939)<br/>Status: HP 15/15; AC 20, Touch 12, Flat 17; CMD 15; Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5; Perception +2; Init +2<br/>Longsword attack +4, dmg 1d8+3, (PA -1/+2)<br/><hr/><br/>Zanthus' voice is quiet but carries well over the still waters to Sull's raft.<br/><br/>"What has befallen on the surface is an event most dire. The city has fallen to a demon lord; the wardstones have been breeched, and our defender, the Lady Terendelev, has been defeated." He shows the mongrelmen Terendelev's scale, hanging from a cord about his neck next to his holy symbol. "We were saved by her, and seek to repay the debt and regain the city though the task may seem nigh impossible. Yet goodness begets goodness, and there is evil here set against your kind village. Perhaps we have been led to this place to deal with this root of corruption first, before the tree as a whole can be hewn."<br/><br/>"The false crusaders were well armed and armored, Chief Sull. I suggest that your people scavenge their corpses and arm themselves as well as they might from the leavings. There is no shame in this; I myself now wear the armor of one of our fallen foes. Every advantage that can be taken and turned against those who have wronged us should be seized. How many warriors do you have at your command? If they are all of the caliber of Lady Dyra and Lord Lann then you are well served indeed." He pauses for a moment, considering how to phrase his next inquiry. "I wonder, also, what you call yourselves, you citizens of Neathholm. The terms I have heard are... unflattering."<br/><br/>"We should also offer prayers to those of your people who fell in that battle before we arrived. Some of us have suffered injury, true, but none of us made the sacrifice they did. I regret that we had not come sooner. Even a few minutes may have spared the lives of your people." Zanthus thinks of the events of the day -- had every rest been necessary? Had every minute spent searching corpses and considering sigils been well-considered? These thoughts would plague him for the rest of the night, and beyond.<br/><br/>