<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>14<strong>Touch:</strong>19<strong>CMD:</strong>24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well, it seemed like things were winding down. As much as he would have liked to put the hurt on the other dogs, they'd backed down. They'd rushed away with their tails between their legs and as such, they weren't worth Khan's time any more; simply put, he didn't fight people who didn't fight back. What was the fun in that? Fun was a good fight. Fun was a contest of skill, of strength, of matching wills and wits with somebody until one of them fell short of the mark. Just killing people for the sake of killing them? That wasn't fun, that wasn't entertaining, it was just...messy. If they stayed in their corner, well, Khan would be more than happy to leave them be. They were all confused and disorientated, after all, so as long as they didn't go to attack them from behind - a real bitch move, honestly - then what was done was done. But if they tried to get 'em in the back? Well. All bets were off. But for the time being, they needed to figure out where they were, how they got there, how to revive a certain dandy motherfucker and who to punch for this whole affair. Honestly, Khan'd been drinking in his time, but he'd never quite woken up in a situation like<em>this</em>before. Well, there'd been that one time, but he didn't talk about that.<br/><br/>He glanced up as Kali scooped the unconscious summoner into her tendrils, lifting an eyebrow at just how physically powerful she was. Oh, he was the weight of a fully grown man so clearly it wasn't the same as just picking up a sack of potatoes, but the fact she could heft him at all on her own was impressive. So...she was the brawny kind, eh? Made sense, with abs like hers. Honestly, that was kinda hot. He liked a woman who could handle her own shit, and between the exotic colouration, that luscious hair, the obviously plush body and the iron-clad muscles, he knew that traveling with her was going to be both amusing and rewarding. He shook his head with a chuckle as he got to his feet.<strong>"My thoughts exactly,"</strong>he said with a grin, glancing at the door.<strong>"I'm pretty fine fightin' like this, but I reckon most've the rest've 'em ain't...and I don't think we can carry <em>all've</em> em out, eh?"</strong>He glanced at the two women on the other side of the group, speaking their foreign tongue to the Bard. Of course the Bard could communicate; that was what Bards did, eh? Though they did seem to be...asking something? He frowned at them, watching their hand motions and their gestures towards their fallen friends, the hand signals they were giving seeming to mimic what Kali and the Drow had done when patching everybody up. There was a moment of hesitation, of course, but then he shrugged; if it meant that they weren't going to attack them from behind, sure, whatever.<br/><br/><strong>"Keep'n eye on magic fingers over there,"</strong>He called out to the woman...Ming, was it?<strong>"Kali'n I're gonna make sure there ain't no welcome party waitin' to kick down the door. See if we c'n find anything that could help get our bearings. I think those things-"</strong>He gestured towards the dogs,<strong>"Are askin' if y' can heal up their mates 'fore they bleed out."</strong>They couldn't move on just yet it seemed - you never wanted the magic users to be pissed with you! - but they could do some basic reconnaissance at least. Though he did pause as he clocked Ming's eyes traveling up and down his body, eyes widening in shock and cheeks blushing red. He chuckled to himself and gave her a sly wink, letting his own eyes drag over her luscious form.<strong>"'N when we get out've this, I'll let y' take a closer look if y' want. Call it a token've appreciation f' that <em>rousin'</em> performance earlier, yeah?"</strong>He tilted his head to one side with a small smirk, stepping past her and making sure to brush past her thigh with his leg and half-hard member, dragging himself "accidentally" over her skin as he moved towards the door.<br/><br/>What wasn't accidental, of course, was the hand that reached up to give her a light, flirtatious squeeze on her delightfully formed buttocks as he passed, moving along quickly. He stepped past the drow next, giving her a sly wink and another playful butt-squeeze, before pointing at the downed dogs and waving his hands in an obvious mimic of a casting motion. He shrugged to indicate he didn't care and that it was up to her whether she helped them or not, then moved on. He didn't stick around to see her reaction, however, instead moving with Kali towards the door. He paused in front of it, eyes raking over and looking for traps or alarms or magical symbols of some sort. He didn't find any, as far as he could tell, and nothing exploded when he approached the door to listen. He glanced at Kali.<strong>"I don't hear nothin',"</strong>he said with a shrug, then shot her a feral grin.<strong>"Wanna find out if I'm right?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Khan uses <strong>Perception</strong> to check the door for traps or magical symbols. <strong>Result:</strong> 18<br/>If there are no traps, Khan uses <strong>Perception</strong> to listen at the door for sounds in the next room. <strong>Result:</strong> 10<br/></div></div>