<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/><br/>As the last of the serpents retreated Zanthus fell to his knees and began to pray silently.<em>I ask only a noble death, Great Lady. I ask to be delivered from this torture of a thousand cuts, this nettlement of vermin. Either lead me to the surface or deliver me to a worthy foe, that I might seek glory in Your name.</em>The pain of the bites, cuts and burns played across his skin. No single wound terrible enough to defeat him, yet in aggregate enough to make him doubt his courage. The Lady did not answer, as ever. He found as he prayed that his fingers had wrapped around the silver dragon scale dangling from his neck. It gave him some measure of solace.<br/><br/>Finally he rose to his feet. "We should press on, but perhaps we should also seek a defensible position to rest. I have food to share, at least for one night. Aravashnial, do you know if these caverns contain drinkable water?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Still here, ready to roll.<br/></div></div>