<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2vtQHDS.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Arty" Fellbrook</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311048.msg15089568#msg15089568)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Caravan, On Horseback<br/><strong>HP:</strong>42 / 42<br/><strong>AC:</strong>24<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>19<strong>CMD:</strong>19<br/><strong>Resist:</strong>Electricity 5, Cold 5, Acid 5<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+4<strong>Reflex:</strong>+3<strong>Will:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+10 [Darkvision 60ft]<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2 [Current: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140047)]<br/><strong>Spells Remaining:</strong><em>1st Level:</em>6 / 8<em>2nd Level:</em>5 / 5<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Oh, by the Gods, was it impossible for Ian to be civil for five minutes? Hell, he'd even said outright that Ian was partly right, and that he was correct to want to check the surrounding area just in case the summoner was nearby, but no. No, not even<em>that</em>got him the courtesy of a respectful response from the man. God, for a grown human, Ian could be such a petulant child sometimes. He wasn't the only one talking, but of course, he was the only one who got an insult and scorn poured on him. Well, Arty was done playing nice with him. If Ian was going to spit on even his attempts at civility and teamwork, then Arty officially didn't need his cooperation in the slightest. Whilst his comment that there was something undead out in the surrounding area - well, he'd said "dead," but they all knew what he meant - was intriguing and concerning at the same time - there weren't many Undead who used unconscious individuals, and they were all bad - it was a frankly awful idea to engage it directly when they could be swarmed from all directions by Dretch at any moment.<br/><br/>Besides, the prospect of going anywhere with Ian at that moment frankly turned his stomach. If they lived through this, he resolved to simply ignore his existence wherever possible, because it was taking far too much energy and effort not to snap back at him whenever he made his little bitchy comments. He rolled his eyes.<strong>"Oh, fuck you too, Ian,"</strong>he sighed, weariness lacing his tone. He was just...beyond done with it. He'd been done with it earlier that day, and he hadn't had the sleep required to replenish his stores of patience quite yet. He turned his horse on the spot and nodded at Myranda.<strong>"C'mon. Rish is gonna need help rescuin' the Mercs."</strong>With that, he kicked Patches into motion, following Rishi towards the sounds of battle and the rest of the caravan. They could deal with the undead beast later. Right now, they had people that needed their help far more urgently. And worst case scenario, he could always use the corpses of the fallen mercenaries to bolster their forces. Not...ideal, granted, and he wouldn't want to desecrate their remains without cause - they seemed like decent enough fellows, and he knew how most of them felt about the undead - but if given the choice between committing a social faux pas and being horribly murdered? Yeah, he'd pick the former, if you didn't mind.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Arty is riding Patches (who has a 60ft Movement Speed, being a Fast Zombie) and is following Rishi to head to the next batch of Dretch, blade drawn. When he sees a Dretch that he can attack without being swarmed immediately, he will move forwards and attack it with both his blade and Patches teeth.</div></div>