<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 10/10; AC 19, Touch 12, Flat 17; CMD 15; Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2; Perception +2; Init +2<br/><hr/><br/>Zanthus eagerly set to work cleansing the shrine of the foul touch of his enemies. Prayers rolled through his mind almost automatically in rhythm to the methodical scrubbing. They had no real supplies with which to clean, and certainly no water to spare, so the job was more taxing than it might otherwise have been. Still it was good to lose himself in the physical labor. If they never achieved the surface again, then at least this tiny corner of creation could stand testament to his devotion. Perhaps it would aid some other adventurer in the future.<br/><br/>From time to time he stole sidelong glances at his partner in the task. She was beautiful, to be sure, fair enough to draw any man's gaze. Yet she was also devout in a way that he feared he might never be. She seemed to have the stuff of gods imbued within her somehow. He abstained from casual conversation, talking to her only to coordinate their efforts. Perhaps when all of this business was behind them... No, better to focus upon his prayers.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initial Knowledge: Religion roll.<br/>   At 2014-02-05 15:24:38, Zanthus (uid: 9370) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=54657)<br/>15<br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/>