<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/>Arrows:  46 in quiver; 4 in werewolf<br/><hr/><br/>"Don't make me kill you, old man!" he shouted as the crushing ax sliced the ground beside him.  Wick didn't know whether he had drawn blood from the ax-wielding lunatic, or if he had just hit him, as it were.  But the young ranger wasn't going to tolerate this.  He knew that one blow from that ax could finish him, so he was going to have to play it safe.  He wasn't swinging for the fences, as the saying goes.  He was just making sure that the old man knew, within the pit of his heart, that Wick wasn't going to be an easy mark.<br/><br/>Keeper.  What had the barbarian meant when he called Wick a keeper?  Confusion clouded Wick's mind, but he had to push through it.  There was no time to think about anything else.  He had to fight.  And fight he would.  But maybe this was lingering on his mind as he swung, because he knew, just knew, that it was going to glance right off of the barbarian's hide.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>Full round action:  Attack!<br/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: Attack with Greatsword<br/>Result: 3,<br/>Total: 11<br/>