<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: 0/8<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Anlaf pulled another arrow from the Quiver, aiming at the men who'd run out into the open. He sighted down the arrow, listening to the Bard's release with a grunt. He couldn't really give the boy much help. He was good enough with a bow that any further gains would have to be on his own. Doubly so because they used so different bows. Anlaf drew and released, the arrow arcing high, the Blue Eagle circling above the battlefield catching sight of it immedietely. In tandem, Bird and Arrow slammed into foe, likely stealing their life. Anlaf's hand went back to his Quiver immediately, readying another arrow.<br/><br/>"Mila, get ready. I think our Shiny Friends are going to take a few blows after this. They'll appreciate your hocus pocus."<br/><br/>Anlaf's voice held a hint that he was joking... but only a hint.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Volley 11, Damage 10</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: +2 Dexterity<br/>Result: 3, 6, <br/>Total: 11<br/><br/>Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 1d8, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: +2Anan<br/>Result: 8, <br/>Total: 10<br/><br/>What can I say? Dice love Dorfs.</div></div>