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CØ-H7 looks quite out of place sitting in his chair. The construct follows the introductions around the table and answers them "CØ-H7. And I second your question, when do we leave?"

Dirk Redhand; HP: 10/10 Dirk grunts as his blade bounces off the thug's, the vibrations running through his arms. Feeling the blood stop flowing from his wound, he sweeps his sword upwards, aiming for his opponents neck! Dirk attacks again, +2 attack, 2d4+1 damage

Sorry, I meant that he wasn't going to take the shot for fear of hitting the beggar, and instead he was just going to run towards the thugs. But that's cool, I'll just go with this. Dirk curses loudly as the thug's blade cuts deep into his forehead. He draws his sword and swings it back at the...

CØ-H7, True Neutral Warforged Warblade Name: CØ-H7 Class: Warblade 1 Race: Warforged Alignment: TN Age: Unknown Weight: 330 Lbs Height: 6’7” Gender: Male personality HP: 15 / 15 (1d12+3) Abilities STR 16 (+3) DEX 10 (+0) CON 16 (+3) INT 14 (+2) WIS 8 (-1) CHA 8 (-1) Statistics AC 18...

Hey, it's what I'm here for. Sorry I'm late, real life took over for a bit. I'll post CØ-H7 in the RG asap. oh, and Ø's hot key is Alt+0216 (on Windows at least)

Dirk Redhand; 10 / 10 hp Dirk frowns as his arrow thuds into the awning above the thugs. He moves a bit close and aims a shot, but he does not want to chance hitting the beggar. He runs forward, drawing his falchion en route. Dirk uses a full move action to close with the thugs

Dirk Redhand; HP: 10 / 10 Dirk watches as the three men draw their swords and descend on the merchant's wagon. He notches an arrow, whispering a prayer to Arden. He aims towards the nearest assailant and lets fly with his arrow. Dirk fires at the nearest target, assuming he can get a clear...

How about a character born in the Arcologies and cyberneticly or genetically enhanced by the Machines. He's escaped into the Wastes and is on the run, and hopes to bring down the Machines someday.

Dirk leads the caravan into Majoor, keeping to himself unless anyone needs to talk to him.

Dirk nods to Asad and G'sharn and leads off to the south, his bow still ready if the scorpitaurs show up.

Terminator or Matrix type apocalypse? Machines rise and take over?

Post-apocalyptic or cyber punk would be pretty awesome. I'd be in for some d20 Modern.

Ronin dusts himself off and walk over to his shattered Katana. He sighs as he picks up the hilt, his mighty weapon now a mere dagger. He walks to the nearest crate and wedges the broken blade under the lid and prys it off. Ronin walks to the crate nearest to him and looks for anything...

Dirk walks through the carnage to a smoldering wagon, careful not to disturb the dead. He pulls an arrow from the wood, and notes that something is not right. "Something is wrong. These arrows are not right.". He tosses the arrow away, and kneels to examine a corpse. "These wounds are not right...

Dirk notches an arrow and cautiously follows the Scorpitaur tracks around the Obelisk. He had been to the Obelisk before, it's odd presence had helped him find his many many a time. Following the tracks, he calls out to G'Sharn and Asad. "Be on guard. They are still nearby"

Ok. Sorry this is later that i thought it would be, school and work and now car trouble. Bleh. But here he is. My Warforged Warblade of War, CØ-H7. Name: CØ-H7 Class: Warblade 1 Race: Warforged Alignment: TN Age: Unknown Weight: 330 Lbs Height: 6’7” Gender: Male personality HP: 15 / 15...

Ronin, Uninjured, 5 HP Ronin runs silently across the docks, coming up behind Thunderball. He flinches as he watches Justice take another blow from his ball and chain. Leaping through the air, Ronin unleashes a fury of flying steel at Thunderball's back, but fails his landing and smashes into a...

Oh man I was just thinking how much I wanted to play an ebberon game again. Would a Warblade from the Tome of Battle be ok? I was thinking a Warforged who fought for Cyre during the war. Big, tankish, untalkative, but someone you really hope is on your side during a fight. I'll try to post a...

Dirk nods silently and walks out into the newly shifted sands. Kneeling, he picks up and handful of sand and feels it around in his hand. Looking off into the Desert, he bluntly states "Follow" and sets off after the cultists.

First post woooooo! But S@squ@tch, I would be interested. Do you want concepts or full characters? My concept would be a Halfling Ranger, out to track down whatever it is that is plaguing the village. He wouldn't be a local, but a Ranger who lived in the region who wandered into town and decided...