<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/>Watching the man break out into song as the thorny bushes come to life to help ward off the infernal beasts Rumahs kept his arrows trained. It wasn't until he was sure that the wolves had left that he relaxed his grip slightly. Rumahs Slept lightly that night a arrow ready and across his lap. If they were to be snuck up on again then he would wake quickly and fire off a shot at the intruder. The next day the talk of hell and undead made Rumahs frown but stay silent. He couldn't really imagine which was worse right now and everyone's nerves were on edge from last night. He would be more inclined though to say the undead. Less intelligent and more likely to stick around to die than the wolves hearing the small Feala speak of being ready Rumahs nodded and followed still keeping quiet.<br/><br/>He was scanning the mists for someone or something to leap out and strike though he knew there would be none. The undead that inhabited the mists would most likely be shambling. Or at the very least come at them straight. They wouldn't have the intellect to ambush the group like some predator it just wasn't in their nature. Hearing Jia Speak of the "Creepy hounds" made him smile. They were indeed resilient but not to the arrows of the world more to the elements. The light breakfast was a somber affair having little word spoken as the continued to trek on. The mood turned even more somber as talk of those lost started. Rumahs knew it would be trying on Jia to see her friends and the beast they had become and agreed that they be destroyed. He was worried what else they might find too as his eyes kept alight around them.<br/><br/>The mist obscured his vision far more than he would have liked but even he saw the figures in the mist the shadows that passed by on occasion. They were being hunted but by who or what Rumahs could not say. Maybe it was just illusions or maybe it was ghastly shades.<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<br/>Result: 21,<br/>Total: 21</div></div>