Should we make a List? As long as I don't get handed a +1 anything other than spiked chain, I could care less. While random isn't fun, surprises are!
Also, Sessadore, I totally and briefly considered that idea [of making a duo of avengers]. One person could do each side of the class's abilities and give a great look at how its possible to pull off completely different builds with one class.
And, I have to agree with how Don is doing the monster fight. It's ingenious! I never would have thought of anything like it but I love every description of it! Too bad Les didn't get hit by any "insight." haha. I assume the others will bring it up after the fight though.
EDIT: I was reading through the Twelve Gods page and some online articles on the Greek gods when this story just sort of wrote itself...I may use it as inspiration for an Avenger once the PHB II is out and approved.
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Matters of religion, they said. Let the gods handle it if they want to, and they laughed. Those foolish politicians in their marble citadels and golden chairs do not consider the consequences of what they say. Aye, let the gods handle it. And so we, her champions, shall. Let us see their smiles when rosy red blood stains the halls of their council.
Ayria crept down the stone-cobbled street, her mind furious and raving from the story she had been told. Smugglers transporting illegal merchandise in the open, and the Council even knew about it! By Juna, she wouldn't stand for it. It was very well that Father Iolus had chosen her for this task. Justice would be brought about this night.
A calloused hand stroked the smooth wood of the spear strapped loosely to her back. She itched to draw it and run head-first into the building before her. Its darkened windows and locked doors would bar her entry for but a moment. She quickly set to work, focusing her skill and dedication into the task at hand. The small, iron implements she pulled from a black leather case each bore a symbol of Juna's cult upon them. A gavel, a balance, a peacock and a diadem were but a few of these. She quickly inserted two tools into the lock and moved them carefully around. A quiet tick signaled that the simple lock was no match for Juna's divine retribution.
The spearwoman stood up from her crouched position and stepped away from the door. There could be armed men inside. There very likely would be many of them. She was no doubt outnumbered. These thoughts were but flitting whispers in her mind and did not frighten her in the bit. If it was indeed her day to die then Juna would take her into the Seven Pools of Enlightenment with joy. Ayria lifted one heavy-booted foot and kicked the door open. It slammed against a pile of wooden crates nearby and broken wood spun across the floor inside. She didn't even hesitate to look before sprinting beyond into the torchlight.
Six men and two women were unpacking crates filled with felt-wrapped packages. Juna's anger solidified in the form of the small woman impaling the closest man on her spear. She left the pierced, quickly cooling body as it was and drew another from her back.
“Your deed have earned you ill repute. Today, this cartel is finished. You will no longer spread the seeds of poison within this city to our unknowing populace. Face the justice you so easily evaded with gilded pockets and silvered tongues. The Council has no place in the bloody deeds of the just.”
Ayria did not waste time simply scolding these fools. She used her words as a distraction, slinging them like javelins into the minds of the smugglers. She dashed back and forth across the warehouse tearing into them. Her spear spun in her hands laying open flesh. One man tried to run, his howls of fear echoing off the bare walls ad ceiling. Ayria's face was a grim smile of ecstasy. She did enjoy battle, nor blood, but this was not some futile fight. This was pure justice and the light of Juna shined through her to sear the hearts of evil. And it was this that filled her with joy.
The man finally stood with his back to a wall, his hands dropped the sword he had so pathetically wielded not moments before. “Please, No! I..I have children! And a wife! I am poor, we need money!” The woman just shook her head at him as she approached, her spear tapping at the floor in rhythm to her next words.
“Oh, there are ways, weak-hearted fool that do not bring poison. You would stand by your work only when it involves watching others perish for want? No, no, Juna does not approve. You see, there is no mercy...”
Her last words were punctuated by the sound of her spear stabbing straight and true. The man fell to his knees. His eyes looked up at her and his mouth opened but no words came forth. His corpse fell to the ground, his children, wherever they were, now fatherless. There was no remorse in the eyes of his killer.
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C:Girth Snowbird (The Digger) - ENWikiin The Captain's Caper. http://www.enworld.org/forum/living-4th-edition/241554-captains-caper-dunamin-judging-32.html 
Trust me, it'll be worth it. BTW, I love the idea of item wish lists on the character sheets. As a DM, that will make choosing items easier. If my players will add such a list to their sheets, I'll be happy to look them over and see what I can accommodate in the fairly near future. 
