<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 Sorcerer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 34/34/ <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 16 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 15 / <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <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><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fyona, Tiger Animal Companion</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 31/31 / <strong>Init</strong> +4<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 / <strong>Touch</strong> 14/ <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 / <strong>CMD</strong> 19<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +6 / <strong>Ref</strong> +9 / <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +8 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +2<br/></div></div><hr/>Dellim looked at the bandaged humanoid as though he had gone mad--and that might well have even been the case. What was he talking about? Did he not see their precarious situation? Why was he blathering at them in unhelpful and meaningless sentences? Did he just enjoy stringing together words randomly? Dellim could really make heads or tails out of what Skin was trying to say, and hoped that the gnolls wouldn't be offended to action by his blathering. "Fools!" he thundered through the mask which continued to hide most of his face. "I mean what I mean--and it is not for you to question a wizard as powerful as I! Do not meddle in my affairs, for I am subtle and quick to anger. Now, make way for me or feel the wrath of the one who laid waste to the city of R'lyeh!" he strode quickly forward, hoping that the others would follow in his wake.<br/><br/>Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, he desperately wanted to run away, and prayed that his earlier ruse would work out. He did his best to show no sign of fear despite the quivering inside, for he suspected that the gnolls shared the same instinct that many dogs did to chase after those they identified as prey, and even more-so were they fleeing. He did not look back to see if the others followed him, instead carving a path through the encampment with his very force of will, staring down any of the gnolls who even looked as though they were thinking of standing in his way, and moving his body aggressively as he made his way through them to the other side of their encampment.<br/><br/>He hoped to all the gods that his ruse would hold long enough for them to be on their way. He had no idea what the gnolls had been talking about, what they had actually been asking them. Words, words, words. Sometimes he wanted to simply barrel past them. For now, he kept the animal companion at his side ready and moving in a threatening manner as he walked forward, trying to put as much self-confidence as he could into each step.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not completely sold on tiger for animal companion, since it feels overdone. Need to think on it more.</div></div>