<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:  50 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>"It really is a wonder, druid," he said, hissing between breaths,  "how the wind beckons!  But hark!" Here, Wick stops, placing his hand upon Orchid's shoulder, arresting her run whilst looking in the direction of that peal of horror.  With narrowed eyes, he surveyed the horizon of the forest, seeming to see very far into it though he could only see very near.   "I could have sworn that I heard a cry for help.  It cries out, and I'm forsworn to answer it.  Did you not hear it?  Can you detect where it came from?"<br/><br/>The ranger of the Rosewood forest got down on his hands and knees, pressing his ear against the ground, and listened attentively, trying desperately to ascertain from which direction the cry rang out.<br/><br/><strong>OOC</strong><br/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 9to the total<br/>Comment: Wicks Listen Check<br/>Result: 16,<br/>Total: 25