<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate(X) Endurance( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>10(10)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>0(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Draken offered his old Foe a saute, fist to chest, and a slight bow. "Until we meet again Old Foe, fat crops and ripe harvests."<br/><br/>He gathered the other two with his eyes. "Come Comrades, prepare for great heat and spilled blood..." he turned and began stalking toward the exit "our next stop... is Hell."