<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Magarik the Sorcerer</strong></span>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8895)<br/><em>AC: 15 ; HP: 64/64</em><br/><hr/><br/>He was a touch woozy from the sudden ache in his skull and how it annoyed him so to wake up feeling like he had been struck with a hangover. Whomever had done this apparently did not have just Magarik be baited like this. He rose up a bit unsteady as he then says<strong>"No idea what in the nine hells that tower is about. But it seems like the only structure that is here for the moment. Either go there or take our chances with exploring despite the fact that we have no real bearings or means to find civilization again."</strong>The sorcerer was drop dead gorgeous. To the point where he seemed too perfect. However he was not incredibly strong looking, looking of mundane strength however those deep blue eyes could warm even the most icy of souls. He thinks for a moment on something and then would look to the others.<strong>"Names Magarik by the way. Since we're all here probably by the same jerk that baited us Id suggest sticking around as a group. Safety in numbers and all."</strong>