<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/Capture_zpsf2lu6zbx.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dellim, Half-Elf Sorcerer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 34/34/ <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 16 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 15 / <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -1<br/><strong>Mythic Power:</strong> 4/5<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>1st Level:</strong> 7/8<br/><strong>2nd Level:</strong> 2/4<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mayce, Ankylosaurus Animal Companion</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 23/23 / <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 27 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12/ <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 25 / <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +4 / <strong>Ref</strong> +7 / <strong>Will</strong> +3<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +7 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +1<br/><hr/>Active Effects:<br/></div></div><hr/>Beginning to sweat, the hot mask on his face feeling almost claustrophobic against his skin, Dellim curses inwardly under his breath as Desh makes her way forward to speak with their alleged foes.<em>Sard, sard sard!</em>How could she have given them away when so much was at stake? If they had used the element of surprise they might have been able to overpower the creatures before they could get their bearing, ending this battle quickly enough and taking almost no casualties.<br/><br/>He let out a silent sigh as his mind flitted between options and possibilities. A straight up fight? No, he was never very good at those, and as low on resources as they were, he was unsure that they would be able to make a clean fight of it. Sneak past? No, the enemy was already aware of them, and any move they made would be looked on with suspicion and potential hostilities could easily ensue. Try talking to them? No, they already had the upper hand, and there was little for it. Saaaard...<br/><br/>Suddenly his eyes swept to the tree, poking out of the icy ground like some sort of vegetative stalagmite... and then an idea formed within his head. "Keep them talking," he hissed to the others as he began to gather power within himself. He tried to separate his mind from his body as best he could, flinging it towards the tree. His training from the royal priests in the palace rose was recalled, how they had disparaged at almost all of his attempts to channel divinity, the strength and power to heal and cure that was only available to them. It was only after he had, after many attempts, created a spell or two that could ... duplicate their abilities that they praised him. And so he had continued to work at it...<br/><br/>He was unsure if he siphoned off divine power from whatever source they worked off of, but he had to put his trust in it. He drew on that core, but it was like sucking something thick through a very thin straw, and he made a straining noise under his breath that Mayce echoed, feeling the master's stress. "Just a ... little more," Dellim muttered under his breath as he tried to pierce that veil between himself and the tree's power. On top of the little he could draw, it was as though there were a dozen places to stick that straw, and for every three he tried to enter to get at that power, another five appeared to cut him off. Still, it was something he had to try. "Just a little... more..." he breathed, looking anxiously at the others, begging them wordlessly for just a little more time.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge (Religion) [1d20+6] = 5+6 = 11 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=57252&amp;macid=0)<br/><br/>Spellcraft: [1d20+9] = 8+9 = 17 (http://unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=57253&amp;macid=0)</div></div>