<div class="floatleft">(http://therattsnest.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Conrad-Delaney.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Dark Fox</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Dirk</span></span><br/><em>Rogue of Shadow Knives</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=293165); 28 HP (Current 12); AC 19<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/>Dirick quietly shakes himself awake, feeling himself buried in soil he starts quietly dig himself out from it. Especially hearing a beastly growls made him hold his dagger tigther in his grip. He sees a tiny light ball form in darkness, hear besides himself there are others in same mess...the others from before.<br/><br/><em>Damn, what mess I have ended up with? This goes beyond just arrange me hanged for few schemes.</em><br/><br/>Dirick had lived in harsh life on streets and one lesson he have got is to remain silent and unseen as possible, he is glad for the light as it makes shadows in it's edge darker and also works as distraction while he quietly tries figure out where he is. His keen elf granted sight allowed him see farther in shadowy illumination than most races do so he studies what was source of that growl and what else he sees....