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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FrancisJohn" data-source="post: 6704570" data-attributes="member: 6778347">[section]Francis John, III - Self-Proclaimed Prince of All Halflings[align=left]http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140811023742/livingpf/images/thumb/2/26/Borin_buckethissel_halfling_rogue_by_lizard_of_odd-d5safsr.jpg/180px-Borin_buckethissel_halfling_rogue_by_lizard_of_odd-d5safsr.jpg[/align] After about a half hour lying on the floor letting an inordinate amount drool slip from his mouth, Francis finally regains consciousness. He stares around blurry-eyed, wondering what the devil happened. He dutifully climbs atop the barstool once more. A quick turn of the head reveals he is still in fact sitting next to Qalabash and Tamarie in the might Dunn Wright Inn. He pushes the unfinished mug of good stuff away, and forces himself to nibble on one of the honey smackers that Marla still brought out. He already had the gob-stopping headache that accompanies a hangover. Francis though best to enjoy the familiar creature comfort of his pipe. Although refusing to speak of the recent atrocity at the bar, Francis finally mellows out to his homegrown Roughy River pipeleaf. But, something wasn't right... something was different. His head felt extra heavy. And he felt something..... MOVE! He reaches his hand as if scratching an itch, and something was there. It writhed... it squirmed... it felt leathery. A SNAKE! "WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS IS GOING ON HERE!" He grabbed the reptile and slams it on the counter, without care of how big a scene he makes. Francis looked at the snake. The snake stared back. Nobody smiled. After what seems like an eternity, Francis had come to peace with the fact that there is a snake on the counter that was seemingly taking a nap in his hair. "Right then." Francis extended his arm to the snake, and it wrapped right around his stubby limb. The halfling mutters something to the snake along the lines of, 'just don't forget about the penalty.' It slithered right up his arm back into his hair. He declares to no one in particular, "If anyone has a problem with Boots, they have a problem with me. Got it?" Francis resumes his meal, as if nothing over the last hour or so had happened. [/section][sblock=MiniStats]<a href="http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Francis_John_III_%28FrancisJohn%29" target="_blank">Character Sheet</a>HP: 21/21AC: 14 FF:12 T:13CMB: 1 CMD: 13Fort: +1 Reflex: +5 Will: +3 (+2 Fear)Initiative: +2Perception: +10Shortsword +3 d4+1Light Crossbow +4 1d6Bolts Remaining: 17/20Adaptable Luck: 3/3Cantrips: Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, SparkLevel 1: Hypnotism, Sleep[/sblock][sblock=Boots, Viper Familiar][align=left]http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/livingpf/images/6/69/Boots%2C_Viper_Familiar.PNG/revision/latest?cb=20150913213653[/align]HP: 10/10Initiative: 3AC: 17 FF: 14 T:15CMB: +1 CMD: 8Fort: +1 Ref: +6 Will: +3Melee: bite +3 (1d2-2)Poison: Fort DC 9, 1/round for 6 rounds, 1d2 CON, cure 1 saveClimb: +16, Perception: +10Stealth: +20Swim: +16Senses: Lowlight Vision, Scent[/sblock][sblock=Bacon, War Pig][align=left]http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/livingpf/images/b/be/Bacon%2C_War_Pig.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150913213516[/align]HP: 18/18Initiative: 0AC: 14 FF: 14 T:10CMB: +4 CMD: 14Fort: +6 Ref: +3 Will: +1Melee: gore +4 (1d8+4)Defensive Abilities: ferocitySpeed: 40 ft. (30 medium, 20 heavy)Skills: Perception +6Senses: Lowlight Vision, Scent[/sblock]</blockquote>

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