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Caught off balance by the wolf circling around behind him, Reis is pulled to the ground. 1d20+3=7

Okay, just ignore the five foot step from my last post. Reis will stay in square he started in (G5), and make the attack on wolf 4 instead of 5. Incidentally, I forgot about the +1 to attack from Bless, so that attack roll should have been 15. Not sure if it makes a difference.

Reis drops his pack immediately as more wolves break into the clearing. Seeing Jamilee flanked and Christopher pulled to the ground, he mutters a curse under his breath and glances around for an opening into the melee. Quickly making a decision, he sinks into combat form and, stepping around...

Reis looks around sharply, startled by the lull in the action. The point of his rapier - lined at the wolf in front of him - remains steady, only dropping slowly as it becomes clear that the two wolves seem utterly uninterested in him. He gives Jonah a brief glance, but says nothing. Reis...

Reis is jolted awake by the shouting. Too disoriented at first to see what's going on, he stumbles up, grabbing at his weapons. Then, sword and dagger in hand, he looks around for the threat. Free Action: Reis automatically makes the listen check to wake up. Move Action: Stand from prone Move...

Initiative: 1d20+3=16

Earlier in the evening, Reis lit a small fire in the firepit. He spread his bedroll next to it, with his pack off to one side and his rapier sheathed by his side. Declining to remove his chain shirt, he stretched out, covered himself with his cloak, and fell asleep. As Jamilee and Christopher...

Reis spends his part of the journey for the most part in silence. He walks as far away from Tibard as possible, whistling occasionally in a light, birdsong manner. When Christopher stops to put on the light display, he grins appreciatively. "The arcane arts are a marvelous thing," he muses to...

Reis purchases trail rations for the trip from a local vendor and, after gathering his equipment, arrives back at the tavern. He now has a leather pack strapped onto his shoulders, with small, spiked mace tied to the back. A rapier is swinging by his side, and though his green tunic is the...

Reis nods. Then, since nobody else seems inclined to do so, he hefts the sack of crowns from the table and hands it to the dwarf. "Take your share and pass it around. Time we were moving out," he says. All right, since it looks like we have a plan now, can we move on? Maybe everyone can make a...

Reis nods briskly. "I say we take Jonah up on his offer to hold on to the gem. The dog might deter most normal thieves." He looks around, then shrugs. "As for the rest, sounds like most of us have equipment to collect, so shall we take care of that and meet back by the door of the Red Dragon as...

Reis is still standing by the table. He shows every sign of listening intently to Jon's instructions and the others' questions, but asks none of his own. When the gem is uncovered, his eyes widen slightly in surprise, and he smiles appreciatively. In response to Jamilee's inquiry, Reis shakes...

Reis remains standing by the wall, though his eyes briefly dart over each newcomer as he or she enters the room. To Jamilee he offers a brief nod of recognition. Once the other three have spoken and there is a lull in the conversation, he uncoils fluidly and steps forward, extending his hand to...

Reis Moinnael, Half-Elf Ranger 2 Reis steps through the doorway and slides left, turning his head in a deft motion to survey the room. He presents a small, slight figure, with pointed ears that indicate an elven heritage. Upon seeing that Jonah is addressing Jon at the moment, he nods and leans...

Reis listens to Jon's offer attentively. After the wizard leaves, he drains his glass and stands, gathering up the leather apron that had been folded over the back of his chair. Yawning, he begins to make his way across the room when Irene bursts in, chattering furiously. Reis chuckles, adding...

Reis nods and gives a brief smile. Then, seeing as the waitress chooses the next moment to hand him his drink, he raises the glass in return before leaning back into his chair and taking a long draught.

Reis looks up, somewhat taken aback by the greeting. For a moment he seems to appraise Jamilee - the scarred face, the raven, the tangled hair - and then, suddenly, his face opens into a rueful smile. "Well, I've not had much luck to speak of at it," he says, using the back of one hand to wipe...

The door opens again and a slight, elven figure enters, blinking in the sudden dimness. He carries a soot-stained leather apron and his face is smudged, but he steps lightly and nods a greeting to the bartender as he walks in. "Evening, all. Name's Reis Moinnael, blacksmith and sometime...

Well, I was still enjoying it. But ultimately it's up to you. Thanks for the game, then, and to the rest of you for the adventuring party. Good luck in your next games.

Eivan moves up behind Brunhilde as she opens the door. "Anything in there?" he whispers, trying to peer past her towards the opened chamber. Well, I'm back now. Thanks for being patient.