<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br/><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  Shield Other, Haste<br/><hr/><br/>But instead of tumbling down a level, Garrett felt only earth, and he thus curled into a tight ball, rolled over the ground, and wound up on all fours, watching Ithi'ka's life expire.  His eyes narrowed, and he pounded the floor in utter frustration.  Then he sat up on his ankles, and said:<br/><br/>"Kasumi, she's dead!"  It pained Garrett to say it.   "Ithika's dead."<br/><br/>Garrett then stood up, slammed his gloved fist into his palm and said,  "All right, you ugly, no good pieces of rotten flesh.  I'm going to give you a good whatfor, and you're going to wish that you only died once."