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Soto's eyes widen at the sight of the warforged and the wolf. Trys thinks to herself, OK... Keep behind the metal man, away from the wolf and his master and as far from the nut job as I can get. The old man is obviouslly not all there. Soto turns and says "Oh by the way. I'm Soto Grabapples...

If there's room... I was thinking an aethernaut. Jamison Tuttle was a sailor on the HRMS St. George. On it's ill-fated maiden voyage the ship was destroyed leaving a small lifeboat that managed not to be swallowed up by the good ships implosion. Tuttle was on the lifeboat for only a few...

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Trys: Soto Grabapples The halfling merchant climbs down from wagon slipping the last few inches and landing with a thud and splash into a puddle. "I..I'll come. Anything to get out of the wet." 'Soto' brushes his salt and pepper hair back from his weathered face and grabs his cudgle.

Trys aka Selene Heavensong Trys Changeling Bard 1 Hit Dice: 1d6 (6 hp) Initiative: +2 Speed: 30 ft. ( squares) Armor Class: 10 (+ Dex, + armor), touch 10, flat-footed 10 Base Attack/Grapple: +0/-1 Attack: Club -1 melee (1d6-1), Sling +2 (1d4) Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft. Special Attacks: None...

Pilgrim: Kobold Paladin "Gaah!" cries the noble Kobold as he claws at the webbing. "Bahamut's grace! If it be your will release me from these webs." He says aloud and tries to wriggle out of the stick mess. (Escape Artist check +6) In the back of his mind his Kobold instincts are to stay put...

I'll get her up and running tonight I hope. for sure by Sunday.

I'm thinking a Changling bard. Selene has always danced to her own drum. Armed with her charm, whit and a deadly tongue, she lkeeps herself as active as she can and keeps a minimum of 4 alternate identities in case she needs to make a quick exit. She has one true obsession. She wants to learn...

Unarmed and unarmored Pilgrim still rushes towards the back of the 'trice headed for the kitchen to see what the scream is about. He yells to Vaja, "Quickly! Call for the millitia!" As he passes the Dwarf he says "Gamad! Stay behind me and keep low."

The kobold waves his hands in the air as if warding off a curse. "Oh heavens no. I had meant, have they not gone into the country side to capture the offenders. I have nothing but the utmost respect for the patrols here in the city." He scratches his mussle for a moment and his eyes open wide...

Blushing at his apparent social laps. Pilgrim bows to the ladies and addresses them. "If I may be so bold milady. If these Brigands have been active for over five years then it's time they were stopped. Is there no millitia here in Teggest to deal with such skallywags?"

I'm ready to go. Just waiting on everyone else I guess.

Rushing. It seemed he was always rushing. Pilgrim danced between the legs of the Patrons of the Golden Cockatrice startling many but keeping out of harms way the entire time. Tassomyre had ordered him from home to watch over the "Good Wolf" Whatever that was. Now in the week or so that he has...

It could be that Bahamut sees something in your charactewr that even you don't see. (just a suggestion.)

I'm thinking Halfling Rogue. I may make him rogue/mage as I level. Rogol Applestar Halfling, 1st-Level Rogue Small Humanoid (Halfling) Hit Dice: 1d6+2 (8 hp) Initiative: +3 Speed: 20 ft. (4 squares) Armor Class: 17 (+1 size, +3 Dex, +3 leather), touch 14, flat-footed 14 Base Attack/Grapple...

Done! Thanks for the heads up on the weight issue.

They're alive! ALIVE! Grinder and Valet. I must say that I’m hardly the kind to pat myself on the back but I am very proud of my accomplishments of late. After all of the work infusing power into the items of my companions, I was free to do some true artificing. Using parts taken from refuse...

Pilgrim Kobold Paladin of Bahamut Name: Pilgrim Class: Paladin Race: Kobold Alignment: Lawful good Deity: Bahamut Age: 15 Gender: Male Height: 3’0” Weight: 35 pounds Eyes: Red/gold Hair: none Skin: reddish scales EXP: 250 Ability Scores: Str: 8/Dex: 16/Con: 10/Int: 14/Wis: 14/Cha: 14 HP: 10...

Done Name: Solzend Class: Warlock Race: Warforged Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: Silver Flame (lapsed) Age: 12 Gender: Male Height: 6’2” Weight: 250 Eyes: Red orbs Hair: none Skin: metallic red Ability Scores: Str: 12/Dex: 14/Con: 14/Int: 12/Wis: 10/Cha: 14 HP: 20 (3d6+6) AC: 14 (+2 Dex, +2...

Pilgrim is almost done. I'm keeping his equipment very light so he has a "hoard" to sleep on. ;) He's in the Rogues Gallery! Let the game begin!