<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919230558-9765ca7b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">A Man of Mercury:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Devrier Wick</span></span><br/><em>Ranger of the Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=263351); 44 HP (Current 44); AC 22<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/>Upon coming in sight of the wolf's den, the seasoned ranger slunk out of sight and settled behind a thick oak.  He peered over the vertical horizon of the old tree, anxious to encounter his prey.  But it could not be seen.  He knew that entering the wolf's den wasn't the most ideal situation.  Indeed, it was very dangerous.  But Mercury was not such a man that could wait for his prey to come.  So preparations were made.<br/><br/>Though he wanted to shoot at the wolf from a distance, he knew that the wolf would close in on him and tackle him unto the ground.  So he had to be ready for a hand-to-hand encounter with the wolf, so an old beat-up dagger went in between his teeth.  As he clenched his jaw down on it, he hoped that he wouldn't have to use it.  He removed his backpack from his shoulder.  It was exceptionally light, with the exception of a span of 100 feet of rope.  He took one length, left the other in the backpack, and set the backpack next to the tree.  He also took out a bullseye lantern, and lit it awake.  So now here was this man, garbed in the lightest looking breastplate man had ever seen, bearing this wondrously carved longbow, with a steel dagger in his mouth, a length of rope around his torso like a bandoleer and a lantern hanging off his belt.<br/><br/>He made note of where he kept his backpack, though there wasn't much left within (he thought that there might have been a waterskin, but he planned on making a waterskin out of the wolf's bladder).  Then he alighted the path that led to the mouth of the cave, noting all the carcasses about.  He might find something interesting from these men-- but he knew that the presence of their dead carcasses would blight the forest.  Mercury knew that he had to bury these poor men and bring back tidings to their loved ones... if he could ever find anything to identify them by.