<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MJ9lX3w.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Varien Solus<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Male Android Psychic</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>32/32<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+9<br/><strong>Spells per day:</strong>6/8 1st, 4/4 2nd<br/><hr/><br/>The undead horde was falling quickly and decisively to a barrage of physical and magical attacks, and Varien's fear from earlier was now fading away entirely, especially when he saw Viola, Razi and Yamyra cut their way through the flesh-hungry monsters with such efficiency and grace that he felt his artificial heart flutter in wonderment. Another thing to ponder later, he surmized. He was almost ready to fully relax, when he saw one of the undead in the now slightly fiery grease pile he created still moaning and moving. And of course, he had packed precisely no way of dealing with this thing...<br/><br/>"Be advised. One of the slipped ones is still moving." He informed, calm and level-headed, but taking steps to get some distance between himself and the living corpse in case it got up and tried to chase down the psychic currently ruining its unlife via conjuration magic. "I have no damaging magicks. I fear I cannot help without endangering you all." He continued, not conjuring any other splashes of grease, as at this point the undead at the shoreline were getting attacked by Razi first. His voice, as was normal during a fight for him, was level and calm, serene even.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Moving 5 spaces to the right on the map to be roughly in the middle. Taking no actions as I forgot to pack a weapon...