<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/af/9b/e7af9bca1b1ced9b769f118e91d8de3b.jpg)</div>Ser Darius Brightwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16108540#msg16108540)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action:</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><hr/>Darius clasped tightly to the arm that had reached for him, praying to the Dawnfather that they would make it out of this alive.  Thankfully it seemed that Prime had been messing around with them, conducting some twisted experiment for their own amusement, and cast a spell over the group to slow their fall.  He was going to have words with that creature, god or not.  He used branches of trees to guide his descent to a drier patch of ground, watching as Frore... reacts poorly to having been dropped from a stupidly great height.  Granted, Darius wasn't doing so well himself, feeling his heart beating much faster than it normally would be, to say the least.  He looked around at the marshy, swampy area they'd been brought to and began picking his way towards Frore and Shade, the silent, horned man seemingly doing his best to comfort the dhampire's friend.<br/><br/>"Damn that creature," he spat as he traversed the soggy terrain.  "She couldn't have done that from the start?"  Everyone seemed alright at least, if rattled, or terrified in Frore's case.  "Frore, it's alright now.  We've reached land... such as it is."