<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 34); AC 22 (AC 24)<br/>Arrows:  50 in quiver<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  Cat's Grace (+4 to Dex, +2 to AC, +2 to Ranged ATKS, +2 to Dex Abilities and Skills, +2 to Initiative); 1 min/level<br/><hr/><br/>The man landed in an unguarded heap, but he wasn't injured.  What the hell had just happened?  Wick recalled turning over the decapitated body of that unfortunate stranger, attempting to find something, anything, of value.  The next thing he knew, he was sent hurtling through the air.  No, that's not quite right.  He had seen something.  Someone.  And this mysterious figure had dispatched him.  He also recalled seeing Orchid, but it had only been a glimpse.<br/><br/>Now he was lying prone.  But not for long.  He pulled himself up, growled, and lifted his bow arm, pointing a notched arrow at the most armored of the three men that surrounded him.<br/><br/>"You won't believe the sort of day I'm having," he said, with a subdued snarl.   "But I seriously hope, for your sakes, that you're not out to cross me or my companion 'ere."