<div class="floatleft">(http://img814.imageshack.us/img814/6629/burlyknighticon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"Magnus"</span></span><br/><em>- Servant of Iomedae</em>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8709)<br/>- 79/79 HP ; AC 27<br/>-<em>Prepared Spells:</em>Divine Favor; Protection from Evil<br/><hr/><br/>Magnus reeled where he stood, as though struck by the burning whip of a pit fiend.  The veins in his eyes blackened from the strain of looking upon the very fabric of the plane, but the man grit his teeth against the pain and purged it from his body as suddenly as it had come.  He pressed a hand to his face, taking a moment to collect himself and wipe the sweat from his brow.<br/><br/>When he turned back to his companions, it was with a grim smile.<strong>"Well, I fear there can no longer be any doubts as to where we are.  Yet despite our misfortune, we have been blessed with a singular opportunity."</strong><br/><br/>The Paladin strode to the head of the group, looking out upon the path that had been set for them.  With battered armor, heavy cloak, and scarred visage, he was not the inspiring figure that brave knights from the stories often were--nor did he aspire to such fairy tale standards.  But there was a fire burning in both his eyes and his soul, and such confidence could not be so easily discounted.<br/><br/><strong>"We must be cautious, yes, for only the foolish and the prideful ride into the tiger's den and expect to come away without scars.  But the demons slain here will have no plane to return to, no safety net with which to catch their tattered spirits once our blades and spells batter their bodies to nothing.  Returning home should be our priority, but there may be some measure of good to be done before we go.  Our coming here was no mere accident, of that I am certain."</strong>