Heian looks more and more nervously at the gloom surroundings, at Champy, at his companions, and back at the strange woods. Unnerved, he hears Quinn's words, and before he can react to them, another image of past lives flashes in his mind.
-He's kneeling, broken, sword and shield shattered, before a huge demonic creature radiating a horrible evil, his back at a pruple vortex of whirling light, holding in its claws an even more profane-looking mace, in the form of a twisted skull.-
Heian snaps, a faint golden light lit somewhere in his deepest being warning him and seemingly pulling him in the direction he had entered the woods. He looks back at his comrades, and especially at Neeloo: This is... bad. I don't know of portals or mystical objects but something is telling me not to go further. There is something evil here. We need to get out of here.
[sblock=DM] I didn't even bother rolling the arcane check, but I thought that the atmosphere here is so clearly evil that Heian's heroic soul would know better about the peril. [/sblock]