Prince Doredan
Human Martial Bard 5
AC: 14 HP: 15/33
PP: 9 PIv: 11 PIs: 9
Conditions: Fly (Kunnian Concentration)
Standing Reaction: Dodge Roll if critically hit (1/encounter)

As the bugs scatter and flee before them, Doredan wipes clean his blade o their oozing gut juices with a kerchief, but keeps it at the ready. And his eyes turned skyward for any other falling rubble. However, that nightmarish celestial horror appears to be moving on. Thanking his (perhaps not so) lucky stars, he reconvenes with the other survivors. "They came to abduct my people," the prince says, solemnly. "And naught that I can do about it."

Solemn footsteps are replaced with stunned silence as an entire tower of the castle crumbles down into the structure. When Kunnian's wings sprout from his back, Prince Doredan looks back and tests them, hovering clumsily above the ground and getting his bearings. "My thanks, songstress! We go!" Angling himself forward, Doredan zips ahead.