<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JUc5yAQ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fyr, Sultani Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 30/30 / <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 24 / <strong>Touch</strong> 11 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 23 / <strong>CMD</strong> 14<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +3<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +4 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -1<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>Level 1:</strong> 4/6<br/></div></div><hr/>Fyr's eyes flared with a sudden light as their battle drew to an end. It was but the first of many victories, she was certain, and her eyes scanned the others with whom she had fought. The minotaur had proven himself, certainly, and more than once over. The others though were less than impressive; the tiefling that had joined them had barely done much apart from set a building afire, and it seemed as though his aim could not be counted for much. Well, no matter, she supposed--driving the tiny fey that had been upon the porch at the start had been enough to ensure he could not use the building as a method of escape or the like. The other one though... he seemed all but useless. Having been in the heat of battle, she could not rightly recall if he had so much as scratched the fey, which he seemed to have been locked in a duel with, and her primary memory of his fight was his slack stare after the tiny creature had unleashed the rainbow of colors and sparks. Something within her clung to that memory, those shimmering colors so beautiful in the burgundy glow of the plane, and she wished to taste those colors under her own fingers. Perhaps she would too, if everything went aright. For now though, she would let the others follow her, if for nothing but another body to stand betwixt her and any foes that might cross their path.<br/><br/>"Seems simple enough," she flaunted, a fire trail lighting the edge of her armor as she ran a fingernail across it before it faded back into ebony. "Let us begin then with the Lich. Hopefully something as old as they tend to be might have some information about escaping this place in one piece..." she mused to herself, taking the lead. "And see what you can do about covering yourself," she glanced at Skin with a grimace at his exposed hide. "Despite being undead, I don't think even a lich would be able to stomach seeing someone as forgetouched as yourself," she suggested, the euphemism being for those mortals who came to her plane of origin unprepared, and had been able to escape alive--usually at great cost and pain.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Let me know how many HP you're down and I'll burn the CLW to get you back up as best I can.</div></div>