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Adventurer
Borric Hawkins, Male Human Fighter
<< In the Main Tavern Room >>
Borric is feeling exceptionally arrogant in his new finely crafted field plate. The dwarf had something in his size, but it was colored black on purpose and the armorer worked in two molded, grotesque skulls to adorn the spaulders. The armor is almost hideous or intimidating depending on how you look at such things.
Clanking in through the doorway of the tavern, he stows his new matching shield and the walking arsenal approaches the table Zelena has sat herself down at. However with only a few steps remaining, two obnoxious looking pot-bellied halflings with hair feet rudely step in front looking to cut him off and take the empty chairs.
Borric grabs them both by the back of their collars, one in each hand, and yanks them backwards.
"Just what do you two fooks think you are doing? This table is for real heroes."
They both reply at once, in annoyingly squeaky voices, creating a stereo effect, "Hey ugly, mind your own business. We are heroes too, Morry and Poppin we be."
Their grating voices do nothing to win over the brash fighter's demeanor and gives them both a good shake to shut them up. "More like thieving pick pockets. Looking at your stomachs, the only foes you can tackle are dishes of turkey pot pie."
Borric glares at each in turn, unable to decide which one to drop kick first.
[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 23 (21 without shield, 19 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 33 Current: 33
CMB: +6 CMD: 18 Fort: +5 Reflex: +3 Will: +2 (+3 vs. Fear)
Current Weapon in Hand: Two halflings [/sblock]___________________________
Borric Hawkins
<< In the Main Tavern Room >>
Borric is feeling exceptionally arrogant in his new finely crafted field plate. The dwarf had something in his size, but it was colored black on purpose and the armorer worked in two molded, grotesque skulls to adorn the spaulders. The armor is almost hideous or intimidating depending on how you look at such things.
Clanking in through the doorway of the tavern, he stows his new matching shield and the walking arsenal approaches the table Zelena has sat herself down at. However with only a few steps remaining, two obnoxious looking pot-bellied halflings with hair feet rudely step in front looking to cut him off and take the empty chairs.
Borric grabs them both by the back of their collars, one in each hand, and yanks them backwards.
"Just what do you two fooks think you are doing? This table is for real heroes."
They both reply at once, in annoyingly squeaky voices, creating a stereo effect, "Hey ugly, mind your own business. We are heroes too, Morry and Poppin we be."
Their grating voices do nothing to win over the brash fighter's demeanor and gives them both a good shake to shut them up. "More like thieving pick pockets. Looking at your stomachs, the only foes you can tackle are dishes of turkey pot pie."
Borric glares at each in turn, unable to decide which one to drop kick first.
[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 23 (21 without shield, 19 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 33 Current: 33
CMB: +6 CMD: 18 Fort: +5 Reflex: +3 Will: +2 (+3 vs. Fear)
Current Weapon in Hand: Two halflings [/sblock]___________________________

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