<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 33); AC 22<br/>Arrows:  46 in quiver; 4 in werewolf<br/><hr/><br/>The ranger had to move quickly.  An outgrowth of vines began to creep over his ankles, but they were swiftly amputated with one deft swing of his greatsword.  Dropping the sword, he performed a backwards handspring, landing crouched away from the knots of growing vines.  He withdrew his bow and two arrows, notched each between his index, middle and ring fingers, and pointed the steel tips towards Orchid.<br/><br/>Was she ever a sight to behold!  Beautiful, Wick thought.  But was she as deadly as the wilderness man?  Who was she?  Was she someone he recognized?<br/><br/>"Friend or foe?" he hissed dangerously, mostly out of fear.  The day had transformed the well-mannered ranger into something of a sociopath when meeting strangers in the wild.<br/><br/><strong>OOC</strong><br/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: Avoiding Orchids Vines<br/>Result: 7,<br/>Total: 15<br/><br/>