<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 Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 43/43 / <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 25 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 24 / <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -1<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>1st Level:</strong> 8/8<br/><strong>2nd Level:</strong> 4/4<br/></div></div><hr/>An infinite darkness had opened before Dellim's eyes after he had touched the spindle that was purported to lend the magical powers of true healing to the one who used it. While he himself had been relatively unhurt, the mercenaries he had hired had fared less better, dying one by one to the insidious traps beneath Castle Brimstone out in the Rytlock Wastes. His very world turned inside-out, and he could feel himself tumbling through space over and over as the dimensions twisted and turned, stretching and compressing, more and more dimensions moving atop each other until he felt as though he could see... everything. The experience jarred his mind, and he only had one thought that maintained his sanity; his little sister who had been prophesied to die on her wedding day if he did not reach the spinning wheel and use the powers it possessed to save her. He had not wanted to go on the journey, but she had begged him endlessly, for she was already fianced to a man she loved, and trusted that her brother would take care of things.<br/><br/>And so he had, leaving on the journey that would take him weeks, if not months, to the dry Wastes, and even longer until he found the legendary Castle Brimstone. The traps had been sprung, and he had used the mercenaries as sacrifices to the castle's insidious artifices. They had known the risks, and he had no pity for them, but still... Time continued to pass, and it was much longer before he finally felt himself thrown from the portal to land in an unceremonious heap at the feet of a number of beings. His limbs felt rubbery, almost as though they were made of jelly, and some moments that felt almost eternal passed by before he began to regain his bearing. The journey had been... terrible. And yet, the vision has left him with some knowledge of the Multiverse and a few of its wonders, while others could be felt unbidden, waiting to spring their kernels of knowledge when some sort of stimuli triggered them.<br/><br/>"Oh... bollocks," he groaned as he reached his feet, looking around at the others. "I'm in Hell, aren't I? Oh," he remembered his manners, "I'm Dellim. Better to go together, right? Less chance of dying that way," he giggled nervously, still shaken by the recent experience.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Will save: Failed (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4764861/)</div></div>