<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak         <strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br/><strong>Resources:</strong>  <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3  <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1  <strong>Shifting:</strong>  1/1  <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5  <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">!Roll Dicebot<br/>BOT<br/> — Today at 1:37 PM<br/>Rummy | Garrus Sigridsson Roll: [7] Result: 8<br/><br/>!Roll Dicebot<br/>BOT<br/> — Today at 1:37 PM<br/>Rummy | Garrus Sigridsson Roll: [3] Result: 4</div></div><br/><br/>Upon seeing and hearing these young, scruffy centaur men, Garrus almost had a mind to think of the boys he once grew up with, always lamenting over silly problems and relationships when they weren't dueling or brawling or singing and drinking their troubles away. It was almost enough to bring on a nostalgic sigh, even as he looked upon the bloodied spear. But then he noticed the severed arm, a brutal trophy of a fellow sentient being, and he thought then of the plains clans, the raiders and the killers, those who shunned adventure and creativity for brutality. He never liked them.<br/><br/>With a renewed focus on the situation, and an awareness of the rustling his chainmail would make if he tried to creep closer, he got the idea to distract them. He picked up a stone and tossed it, hoping to turn the centaurs' attentions the opposite way, but instead the stone struck the edge of something he couldn't see from his vantage point, and the sound of the strike emanated closer to the party than he'd hoped.