<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Anlaf.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Anlaf<br/><strong>Class</strong>: Ranger, Level 1<br/><strong>Stats</strong>: STR 0, DEX +2, CON +1, INT +0, WIS +1, CHA -1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Other important information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gear: Hunter's Bow, Leather Armor, Dungeon Rations, Hand Axe, Adventuring Gear, 2 Bundles of Arrow<br/><br/>Load 8/11<br/><br/>XP: 1/8<br/><br/>Until healed your WIS suffers from a -1 penalty</div></div><hr/><br/>Anlaf tumbled down the hill. caring more for his bow then himself. His body would heal, but the bow, once shattered, would be difficult to replace. He rolls to bottom, and slowly pushes himself back to his feet. He is staggering slightly, and grumbling a constant stream of guttural curse words, but he isn't dead... so there is that.<br/><br/>"Give me a moment to get my bearings, and we can push on."<br/><br/>He said... to one of the two Milas.