<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><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 26); AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>Distracted by the fleeing warforged and drow, the warg saw an opportunity to bite me.  It's rending teeth gnashed at my hip, but I lifted my arms and swayed my body just in time to avoid being snapped in two.  I was frustrated, dear reader;  I had read a great deal about the elite agents of the Rekkenmark, and was disappointed to see that they do indeed flee in terror just like anyone else.  But not me.  I wasn't to go anywhere, no matter how the chips fell.  Being outnumbered and backed up by an incompetent retinue of<em>investigators</em>did not even bother me.  If I die, I die courageously.  I'm not aiming for old age anyways.<br/><br/>So I stayed in for the fight, laughing in the face of danger:<br/><br/>"Ya' sorry piece o' carcass, y'dun stand a chance 'gainst me!"  My dagger swept beneath the warg's chin, but I knew then that I was going to miss.  So I lunged in an effort to make my blow strike true.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>I rolled a 13 (!) on my attack roll, but am expending an action point to add 3 for a total of 16.  If successful, I roll an 8 damage.