<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1e/Donwik.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Donwik<br/><strong>Class</strong>: Bard, Level 1<br/><strong>Stats</strong>: STR -1, DEX +1, CON 0, INT +1, WIS 0, CHA +2<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Other important information:</div><div class="spoiler_body">3/8 xp, Damage: d6, Load: 7/8.<br/>Gear:<br/>Dungeon Rations (x5, 1 weight)<br/>Father's Mandolin, repaired<br/>Leather armour (1 armour, 1 weight)<br/>Worn Bow (near, 2 weight) with Bundle of Arrows (2 ammo, 1 weight)<br/>Short sword (close, 1 weight)<br/>Adventuring Gear (5 uses left, 1 weight)</div></div><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Of the two bandits left outside one is apparently surprised by all that's going on, an easy target for the next arrow.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>And it's that one that Donwik decides to target next, given that otherwise he'd be fairly uncomfortable firing volleys at Marcus whilst he is in melee. He was surprised to be doing as well as he was, all things considered. Whilst he did have training with archery in the towns and villages he wandered through, it wasn't his best calling. Still, he knew he was better doing this than swinging a sword at people, stick-fighting as a child with the other kids in his home village taught him that well enough. "Anlaf, see if your bird can flush out that one who retreated into the tent, then we can take them out too..." he spoke, as he fired his arrow off to the easy target of the surprised bandit...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roll Result: wander rolled: 2d6, adding +1 to the total<br/>Comment: volley roll Dex+1<br/>Result: 1, 2,<br/>Total: 4<br/><br/>Ouch! That's a miss... I'll mark the 1xp for it above.