<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Minotaur27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Marcus Cantanos</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203749.msg9970844#msg9970844)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>42/42<strong>MythPower:</strong>5<strong>AC:</strong>20<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +9, Reflex +3, Will +7<strong>Init:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/>"I have no quarrel with the undead," says Marcus. But even as he speaks the words, he is unsure of their truth. His education in the rituals of Damerrich had been incomplete when he left his home plane; his destined path had been as a warrior and executioner for his Lord, not as a scholar of the higher mysteries. In fact the 'undead' were exceedingly rare in his home city, and he had never heard tale of them as more than mindless abominations to be eliminated. Certainly they did not talk. They did not bargain. And they never, in his limited experience, had faces composed of masses of wriggling worms. Memories of the lake they had crossed in the realm of dragons cross his mind, and he steels himself against shuddering.<br/><br/>"We do not know the woman before you. As my companion has said, we seek others who came to this place on a mission of peace and have not returned. And yet..." he adds, looking down at the woman piteously writhing in agony, "...it is my function as an executioner to end pain and bring welcome death. Would you not allow me to bring this woman's thread to an end?"<br/><br/>Their odds in a fight had grown measurably worse. Marcus is not at all certain that he and his companions would prevail should it come to blows, or even if his axe would do more than slice through this creature's robes.<br/><br/><br/>