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I think I’ll go with the bland old Human Fighter (properly no prestige class), It seams that the game is going to need a Main Tank :cool: Or did the game need a rogue?? :uhoh:

Hi I’m Dhes, I’m 26 years old and I would like to be in the game… I’ll post a concept ASAP…

Dunstand clutches his chest with his left hand as he feels the lighting strikes him. Staggering back a step, the rogue throws his dagger as a last attempt to dispatch the remaining ball of light. +9 Throw, Dagger, 1d4+2

Dunstand grins as he sees his dagger hit the small ball of light, but his joy is not long lived as the remaining ball of light attempts to zap him. +5 Melee, Dagger, 1d4+1

As Dunstand sees the ball of light vacate its hiding place the rogue slips a dagger into his hand and throws it at the little ball of light. +9 Throw, Dagger, 1d4+2, -Sneak Attack +2d6

Good point, to tell you the truth that slipped my mind. With just 12 I’ll only be able to cast lvl 2 spells, so that would suck. But my prestige class is not set in stone yet.

“I don’t wan to sound paranoid, but no-one touch the body till we make sure it’s save.” Dunstand walks over to Sielwoodan and examines the body and its surroundings to determine if the body or its surroundings might be booby-traped. +10 Search

Dunstand flips his dagger back into his wrist sheath as they turn to leave, “So …does any one know what these “Willwisps” are? Little balls of light don’t sound all that nasty.”

Taking a step forward, Dunstand gives a polite cough, “What my friend here is trying to say is, …we are saddened to hear of you fathers passing, and I know that the loss of you pet …uuu Bush, can only add to the pain. But would you be so nice as to provide us with some information on the area...

Dunstand turns on his heels to face the hysterical moss woman. Not wanting to get the group into another fight, the rogue lowers his throwing hand to his side. “You call that a pet?” …pointing to the sinking heap of vegetation “…most farmers I know would call it compost.”

You got your number 2 here... :D

When his first dagger is in the air and hits true, Dunstand quickly slips a second dagger out of his wrist sheath and aims for the overgrown house plant. +9 Throw, Dagger, 1d4+2

Not sure what the “Thing” is Dunstand is puzzled as to where he should hit it, not wanting to waste time he aims for the center of the hulking mass. +9 Throw, Dagger, 1d4+2 -Sneak Attack +2d6 Sorry every one that I was slacking off a bit there, I could give you all a bull story about not...

Seeing the hulking form closing in on them and the readiness of his companions, Dunstand slips a dagger out of his sheath and finds a hiding place in an attempt to be in a flanking position if it would come to an encounter. +13 Hide, +13 Move silently

Sorry about that ...Elyas will go back with the others, he won't be of any use down there any way.. :(

After a night of restless sleep, Dunstand stumbles down to the common room to find his companions already deep in conclave, discussing there planes for the day. “We should get underway as soon as we have broken our fast, this town freaks me out and Chastity must be avenged so we may lay her body...

“Ahh …I see that me armor is done, and I see that ye have a nice new pointy stick, how about that drink that you promised me? I have not had a bloody mug of ale sice this morrow.” Not waiting on the knight, sure he will follow, Barranor heads for the closed inn, “Me name is Barranor, Barranor of...

Barronar Warcrown Male, Shield Dwarf, Fighter lvl3 Deity Moradin neutral Str: 18 (+4) Dex: 11 (+0) Con: 15 (+2) Int: 10 (+0) Wis: 10 (+0) Cha: 10 (+0) HP: 31 AC: AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 Init: +4 BAB: +3 Grap: +7 Speed 20 ft. (base 20, medium load) Fort: +6 (+3 base, +2 ability, +0...

“When the smithy is done with me bloody armor, ye can buy me some ale and ye can tell me how ye concord the worm. Maybe I can give ye some pointers if ye ever meet up with one of them bloody beast again.”

On entering Secomber, Barronar and Dog head for the closest smith. “Ye stay out here Dog and guard my shield and hammer, whilst I have me armor dinged out. I don’t want me stuff being stolen by some stinking elf. Me saw one on the street back there, riding some black pony, that would steal the...