<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/Commisions/Ty.jpg)</div><strong>'TY' (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132310.msg5881759#msg5881759)</strong>Male Kobold Rogue (Trapsmith) 1<br/>N Small Humanoid (Reptilian)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cheat Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Init </strong>+3; <strong>Senses </strong>Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +7<br/><strong>AC </strong>18, touch 14, flat-footed 15. . (+3 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size, +1 natural)<br/><strong>hp </strong>9 (1d8+1)<br/><strong>Fort </strong>+1, <strong>Ref </strong>+5, <strong>Will </strong>+1<br/><strong>Combat:</strong><br/>Melee Shortsword +4 (1d4/19-20/x2) and<br/>. . Unarmed Strike +4 (1d2/20/x2)<br/>Ranged Shortbow +4 (1d4/20/x3)<br/>Special Attacks: Sneak Attack +1d6<br/><strong>Buffs</strong><br/>-Class:<br/>-Spells:<br/>-Potions:<br/></span></div></div><br/>Ty nodded as he looked over at the man. The attitude and bearing, not to mention his tabard, spoke of 'guard' or 'soldier' to him. He took the cigar from his mouth and turned his head to one side to blow out a long stream of smoke, not wanting to risk insult before he spoke. He chirped before speaking.<br/><br/>"Well I'm .. just call me Ty, many tall folk say my full name is taller than me." He said with a grin. "I'm an.. expert of sorts. I work with complex mechanisms and clever bits of clockwork. Currently on .. sabbatical from Sharn for reasons of health." He added with a reptilian grin that showed more teeth than most soft skins were comfortable in seeing. Of course they weren't used to a totally urbane kobold but the sad savages that hadn't learned it's easier to fleech the soft skins than kill them. Not to mention much more profitable to work in nice well furnished workshops that the guards HAD to protect. Rules and Laws are so much more fun when you use them on the folks trying to hurt you.<br/><br/>He shook the guard's hand, always nice to play nice. Least till you saw what it was going to cost you in bribes and 'donations' he always told himself. He took in the elf and other woman as they arrived, nodding politely but letting them speak to him first. Rule 7 applied in this situation he figured as he nodded at the offer of more pipeweed and coffee. He doubted that the weed was rolled like he liked, more like that barbaric grated stuff so many liked to stuff into a pipe. The idea of coffee, even as bad as he expected it would be, was nice though. He let the others lead the way as mulled over what their host wanted out of them.<br/><br/>