<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/>Wick did value his life, and under other circumstances, he would've put his bow away.  But today had been an odd day.  The oddest in his life.  Everyone was out for his blood today.  So he was a bit hesitant to put his weapon down.<br/><br/>"You think you've had it bad!  Ha!" the ranger said coldly.   "I killed a werewolf man-to-man, when all I bargained for was a man-eating wolf.  Then I fought... well, I don't know what I fought.  A wild man who turned into earth.  And then...  I don't remember how I got here."<br/><br/>The ranger than spoke frankly, albeit incredulously:<br/><br/>"Are you a keeper?"