<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Minotaur27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Marcus Cantanos</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203749.msg9970844#msg9970844)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>42/42<strong>MythPower:</strong>5<strong>AC:</strong>20<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +9, Reflex +3, Will +7<strong>Init:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/>Marcus paces back and forth in the strange cave, trying and failing to catch the scent of this new plane. The winds are incessant, slight but never steady and bringing with them odors for which the minotaur had no name. He could clearly smell his companions. The rest was a dissolution of sensory experience that he felt would drive him mad with the attempt to sort and categorize. There was no order here. Yet Damerrich had sent him to this place of chaos, and armed him with the blessings necessary to prevail. There could be no other explanation for the visions he had endured.<br/><br/>Eventually he shifts to other senses, experimenting with the surroundings, but finds no stability here either. A handful of pebbles tossed strongly enough into the air fell... upward, scattering onto the ceiling. It would make combat a problem, he thinks, at least at range. Surely those native to this place had already worked out the intricacies and tactics. He would have no time to do so. Yet blades were still sharp and muscles still strong, and the simplest approach might still prevail. He considers jumping to try to follow the pebbles, but concludes the height in this chamber is too great.<br/><br/>Soon his attention is drawn to the elf, Desh. He is becoming used to this disorder in the array of his traveling companions. A side effect of being cast among the planes. There is no cause for anything less than courtesy. "Hello, Desh. I am Marcus Cantanos, of the city of Bethos, far from this place. I am a warrior and a servant of my Lord Damerrich. Should you wish to travel and fight by our side, I would ask for your word that you will not betray us. Meaningless if false, I know, but it would give me some comfort. In turn I will promise to protect and aid you for as long as our paths entwine."<br/><br/>"As for our mission," he says, turning to the map, "there seems but one course. Travel upward, seek signs of their passage, avoid conflict with the powers of this plane. If we should reach the top without finding the lost ones, turn around and repeat as necessary."<br/><br/><br/><br/>