<div class="floatright">(http://safebooru.org//images/1182/2e6bdf90c467936785225add4e9880648a187e0c.png)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia</span></span></strong>,<em>Male Perida Elf Zen archer Quinggong monk 5</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90617)<br/>HP:34 (Current: 34)  AC: 18,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong>:+4<strong>Ref</strong>:+6<strong>Will</strong>:+8<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statistical info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +6, CMD: 24, Move: 40 ft<br/><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: Unarmed Strike +6 (1d8+3, x2, Bludgeoning)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Adaptive +1 Elven Warbow +7 (1d10+1+3+2, x3, 120ft, Piercing/Bludgeoning, 20 cold iron arrows/20alchemical silver arrows/20 blunt arrows)<br/><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Innate</strong>:<br/><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong>:<br/> <strong>Debuffs</strong>:</span></div></div><hr/><br/>Rumahs frowned a bit as it seemed the poor guardsman was swarmed with people. He could see the stress built up in the mans features and watch them Escalate as the elf now known as Nys decided to help him out. The thought though admirable might seem insulting to some when a stranger not even in the guard does their job but Rumahs didn't speak up over it. As people filed out he noticed the two Faela conversing. One was obviously both distraught and abashed maybe a both from the other Faela holding her but something told Him is was other issues. Maybe something back home or maybe even the ebon mist He had over heard being said here and there. Sighing a bit and shaking his head as he grabbed a application walking over to a chair before filling it out swiftly.<br/><br/>Mama had helped him on his penmanship. Brought it so he would be faster better able to assist the lords and ladies that he serviced. Legible and filled out he walked back up to the stressed out clerk before pulling out his Sigil from the bag on his back. Placing the application and the sigil on the desk inn front of the guard knowing full well that he had to have seen it now Rumahs spoke softly again.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"I really would like to speak to the captain. This task is of great import to the king no?"</span>The Sigil of the Kanti Orledlues. A elite group of Monastic archers whose only fealty is to the High King. Marksmen and perceptive as an Eagle the higher members of the very particular sect were at times advisers to the high king. People who held a Objective view to matters that the king and his regal aristocrats might not be so Unbiased about. Rumahs hated using his place in the order this way but this mission was important to him.<br/><br/>Success granted him trust with his Superiors. Trust that was lost in the time spent searching for his place in the world. So many elves of all four tribes were here to garner a chance garner favor with the high king by risking their life for a mission. Nothing said that Rumas is guaranteed to live through this which is why its a test. A trial of the bow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Rumahs rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 14<br/>Comment: Perception around the room<br/>Result: 31,<br/>Total: 31</div></div>