<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dZPI7u2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zelthos<br/><strong>HP:</strong>3/19 |<strong>AC:</strong>14 -> 17 |<strong>Temporary HP:</strong>13/13<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong>1st level: 0<br/><strong>Spell-Like Abilities:</strong>7/8 Summon Monster I (Standard Action)<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Does "being a brooding Dhampir" count as one?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>[Common]"That's fair, then." He responded to buying the first drink with a bit of a relieved sigh that everyone else seemed to be doing fine, for the moment at least. He held onto the hand of the athletic man and was swiftly pulled onto his feet, where he carefully rotated his hurt shoulder a bit. Stung like a bitch, but was fully mobile, so that was good. He could deal with pain, he always dealt with a lot of it anyway. Khan for his part would just notice again that Zelthos' hand felt colder than it should, as a consequence of his cursed blood. He glanced in the direction of the beautiful Drow briefly to see if everything was alright with her, and she seemed to have found all of her own gear, so he quickly made sure not to stare. Instead, he looked at the eastern lady, giving her a nod and appreciative tiny smile.<br/><br/>[Common]"I'll pass along the message for you. You may call me Zelthos." He introduced himself with a small bow towards the human, elegant and graceful like one expected of a nobleman, before he took to finding the locker with his things. When he did, the first thing he snatched was the scabbard of his thin, long two-handed blade, pulling it partially from its sheath to check on it and giving a relieved sigh. Leaning it against the wall and grabbing his clothes, he looked back to those he could speak with for a moment. He was slipping back into his own garb - practical linen for the most part, but elegant and elaborate as wouldn't be expected of ordinary adventurers. Over his shirt, he put on yet another made of fine mail rings, over that he put his black long coat, which was left open. He adjusted the leather gloves he wore over his pale hands usually, and soon, the only exposed skin speaking of his undead heritage was his face, neck and a small part of his chest, on which the faintest edges of a deeper red scar could still be seen. Not that he had much to hide anymore from these folks, but he still felt a lot better not being exposed for the Gods and all the world to see.<br/><br/>At this point he took note of the Drow's armor, which... she wasn't even wearing anything under those scraps of mail. He could feel some color climb into his face as he noticed it, as somehow, that was even worse for him than just seeing them hang freely right above his head as he awoke. Quickly tying his blade to his belt, he walked up next to her. [Elven]"Thank you again for your help, Miss Eidolana. My name is Zelthos." Now that he was back on his feet, and clothed appropriately, the Dhampir gave her a proper bow, his golden eyes glancing up at her. [Elven]"From her," he made a small gesture towards Ming, [Elven]"I am to tell you that the surviving cainine monsters we fought were supposedly asking for healing. As for the others in our rag-tag group, it seems like the ones I can speak with aren't that badly hurt."<br/><br/>With a hand on the handle of his blade, he carefully joined the others in the central room, conscious now and thus able to actually see it. As he did so, he looked at the pink strange woman that had saved him, and gave her a bow as well. [Common]"Thank you for getting me out of this mess in one piece." Then, he let his eyes go across the room. This place was... strange. Drow or Fey? Maybe. Zelthos was a little knowledgeable about the arcane, planes of reality and religions, but none of this looked like it was the outright work of magical, undead or planar monstrosities, at least not of any he knew. [Common]"Well I certainly don't recognize this style of building, but it is strange that they kept us in those pods yet no guards have come for us. But I don't want to rely on good luck."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, before taking a few steps away from his newfound companions. He hated doing this openly, but he'd hate it even more to be a burden or for one of them to get hurt, so... [Common]"I'll need a minute. I'll summon my... Eidolon."<br/><br/>With nobody objecting or asking what the summoning would entail, Zelthos was left to conduct his ritual in... relative peace. His breathing was deep, yet strained, as he formed his hands into complex arcane gestures in front of himself, eyes closed. On his face, two glowing marks began to manifest - one on each cheek, running down to the side of his neck and disappearing under his clothes. The complex markings looked like stained glass, shimmering in many colors. After a minute of mumbled words, the dhampir crossed his hands in front of his chest, and gritted his teeth. [Common]"Come forth!"<br/><br/>With a sound like glass cracking and reforming, Zelthos nearly doubled over forward. Over his arms, chest, even his head, it manifested - like an exoskeleton of some sort, inhuman yet humanoid - two red, massive glowing eyes on his head, and a jagged maw opened with a pained groan as he fell forward, catching himself with one clawed hand slamming onto the ground. His breathing was even heavier now, as he slowly looked up. Eidolon and summoner fused into one.