<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. No, this wasn't good at all. The mercenaries - as he'd expected - were not faring well at all. If the best equipped people there were having trouble beating the Dretches even when they knew what they were, then how could glorified street toughs hope to deal with a Demon who probably shrugged off most of their attacks like they were nothing? Dretches might be the lowest rung of Demonic society, but they were hardy little bastards when met in battle by an unprepared human. Hell, their hide alone would likely turn almost anything these mercenaries could throw at them, so how were they supposed to fight back at all? He actually felt bad for believing the paranoid hypothesis that they could be in on it, or that they could have turned on them. Seeing them fight and die and flee into the woods in terror, he saw them for what they were; penniless men and women who had only the strength of their arm to earn a living, and even that - they were finding out - was not enough for them. He just hoped that there weren't more Dretch hiding in the woods around them to pick off the deserters. He honestly hoped that those who'd decided to run got away safely, because they definitely were not being paid enough to deal with Demons.<br/><br/>Especially not when they were being dragged off as cattle, or worse. He'd seen what people did with captives when they didn't care about their safety, and the amount of things that Demons could do to a captive...slave labour was the least of it. Hell, as a Necromancer, he himself had some very vivid ideas on what could be done with a fresh corpse and even an intact soul, given the right time and moral bankruptcy. They were not things he would do except to the truly depraved and evil, and even then, not without pause. But Demons? They actively got off on the suffering, and he did not envy anybody who ended up in their claws. A memory flashed through him, or dark woods and darker hair, eyes glittering in the moonlight and claws raking across his skin, the taste of dirt and blood and the smell of rotting flesh hanging in the air around him. He shuddered, shaking it off. Demon. Demon, not Fae. But still...being dragged unconscious into the woods? He glanced at Baramos, lips a thin line. Not a pleasant subject for him, certainly.<br/><br/>He inhaled slowly, and hefted his blade.<strong>"There're at lest twenty of them that I c'n see,"</strong>he said quickly,<strong>"And th' mercs ain't doin' too well."</strong>He pointed at the unconscious mercenary being dragged into the woods.<strong>"They ain't here for anythin' in that carriage...they're here for people. Slave labour, if they're lucky. We need t' save the survivors 'n get 'em all into one block to fight back from. If we stay in our separate little skirmishes, we're probably all gonna die."</strong>He watched the Dretch dragging the poor mercenary into the woods, and sighed. Dark nights, darker hair, claws and blood and dirt and rot. He couldn't let him get dragged away to suffer a similar fate.<strong>"....fuck it, I can't let it happen. I'm gonna save the guy they're draggin' off. Patches 'n I should be able t' handle two Dretches."</strong>He turned and hoisted himself up on top of Patches, settling into the saddle.<strong>"Let's kill us some demons, neh?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong> Arty mounts Patches, and looks for confirmation of where the rest of the party is going; target rich environment indeed!</div></div>