<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 35); AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>Dear reader, you must believe that I was not at all thrilled to have two ogres swinging their greatswords in an effort to behead me.  I was weaving in and out of their blows, feeling the rustle of their heavy armor tremble the ground before me, but I did my best not to lose my balance as I tucked and rolled beneath those terrific blows.  Then, wouldn't you believe it, I felt a stabbing pain shoot through my thigh, a demonic face looking up at me with a sinister scowl and a hungry glare!  A warg!  I had been bitten by a warg.  I gritted my teeth and began to write on my knuckle with my the blood on my dagger:<br/><br/>"Aww, fer' cryin' out loud;  yer' stoopid horsey can hit me, bet joo?  Now lemme get a clarification;  how do you spell Whooleo Semi frem' Jack Int?"<br/><br/>The stench of acid was making me feel a little bit woozy, and I was beginning to get a bit hot at the warforged.<br/><br/>"Hey!  Rust bocket!  A lil' considerracion 'ere?  I'm journalizin'!"<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>...  Urg!  Curse you Garrett.  ::strangles him::<br/><br/>I suppose I'll total defense it with my last factotum point, giving him a whopping 30 AC as he tries to get a spell-check on the ogre's name.