<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/43052a46-e56f-4271-a472-7d0ac0c91af8_zps5d053787.jpg)</div><strong>Nestor</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1120567)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>AC:</strong>18 / touch 10 / ff 18<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +3, Reflex +0, Will +3<strong>Init:</strong>+4<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nestor hung back a moment to catch his breath after the exertion of forcing the doors open. He didn't have quite the endless youthful energy that the younger ones, say, Tgamo, possessed anymore, even if he wasn't anywhere near becoming a doddering useless old man himself, yet. That, and the fact that he had contributed no little effort to the task of gaining entry to the mausoleum.<br/><br/>The paladin made his final preparations before entering the tomb proper, putting the slightly-bent but still-serviceable crowbar away, strapping on his shield, and drawing his sword with a soft metallic ring from its sheath. "Find something to wedge the doors open," he suggested, as he strode towards the front of the group, pausing by Salimah long enough to say, "Light on the shield," and for her to cast the cantrip upon it. Then he took point, leading the way into the darkness.<br/><br/>"For into the darkness the light descended, and shone upon all the hidden sins of man, that could be cleansed only by the trials of iron and fire..." he chanted, his voice filled with a fervour that hadn't been heard outside.