<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/Elvenknight.jpg)</div><strong>Zanthus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188886.msg9128266#msg9128266)</strong><br/>Plothook character sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12939)<br/>Status: HP 9/15; AC 20, Touch 12, Flat 17; CMD 15; Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5; Perception +2; Init +2<br/>Longsword attack +4, dmg 1d8+3, (PA -1/+2)<br/>Lay on Hands: X X O<br/><hr/><br/>Zanthus found a bracket on the stone wall to hold his newly-lit torch. It added its flickering light to the quickly-replenished glow of his shield. The creature in the garbage pile had fallen quickly, but such mistakes could easily cost them victory. He vowed to be more careful.<br/><br/>"Some of us are wounded, but I dare say we cannot afford to rest, nor return to the village. Let us block the passages downward as best as we can with furniture and then press upward. If the cultists who have infiltrated this group came from the surface then perhaps their command post lies nearer to it." It was not much of a plan, he admitted to himself, but sometimes any progress was better than dithering.<br/><br/>