Recent content by Matthew Ashburn

Abram stays close to group ,shadowboxing,anxiously awaiting his first adventure "better start running now you filthy vermin!" Abram "Owlbear" Samson Initiative: +2 Perception: +4 AC: 15 (13 flat-footed, 12 Touch) HP: 14 Current: 14 CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +4 Reflex: +2 Will: +0 Current...

"Let us to the mission then ,friends!" Abram's voice booms

Count me in friend!

I am the best bare-knuckles boxer you've ever seen! I can do more with my fists than a dwarf with an axe,and who needs a sword when you've got " Lord Thurston" kisses his right fist and "The Tenderizer" kisses his left fist. He looks at the Halfling after his sword comment, and bows his head No...

"well my story is not long,or even terribly interesting.Yet,at least. But I used to be a servant,much like your girl,and I left that life to seek adventure and glory. That was about...a week ago. I'm still waiting for my first tale to be written"

Abram drops the knife almost impaling his big toe.This is the foot in the door hes been looking for.he Approaches the orc girl,he holds his battered hand out to shake. "This sounds right up my alley!count me in"

Owlbear takes the blade of his dagger,pointing the handle to.the.wizard,in offering. "Care for a wager,friend? Loser buys the next round."

Abram sits at the hastily evacuated bar. Spilling a few drops of his drink,he wipes the counter from habit,his training and upbringing getting the better of him. After a few moments of silence,he moves to join a game of 5 finger fillet at a nearby table.

"Sorry,can't say that I have,friend"

Owlbear looks at the friendly wizard.A look not unlike a person trying to figure out how to get large furniture, through a small doorway. Trying to decode the elementalist's language and failing. "The answer is either yes, or , I'm not sure I don't have my watch on me"

"pleased to meet you all" Abram bows deeply " I suppose you could call me Abram,if you would prefer, but people have been calling me Owlbear since i was about as tall as this bar. At the end of the day though,it doesn't matter to me"

Abram holds his hand out for a shake,looking genuinely excited to meet someone new. "abram's the name,but you can call me owlbear!" His voice booms with excitement.

A short,sinewy,figure saunters through the doorway of the Dunn Wright inn. He is at the same time,marvelously well kept and maliciously bruised and beaten.His nose,battered and broken, has a bandage across the jagged bridge. His hands are also wrapped in bandages,though all of this dressing...

Thanks for your notes/approval. I bought the dwarven rations for flavor mostly, no pun intended. Big McLargehuge over here is all about his protein, so a sack full of sausages and salted pork seemed perfect. Good tip on the dagger,consider it bought!