<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/VoOvm3H.jpg?1)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">VALDIS WINTERHORN</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=985329)<br/><em>Darkvision 60 ft.; advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep and disease</em><br/><strong>AC</strong>17;<strong>Hp:</strong>27/30 (<em>aid</em>spell; 8 hours)<br/><strong>divine sense (daily):</strong>4/4;<strong>lay on hands (daily)</strong>: 0/25<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcasting</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Save DC</strong> 14; <strong>Spell Attack</strong> +6<br/>2nd (1/2) - <em>aid, moonbeam, misty step</em><br/>1st (2/4) - <em>ensnaring strike, protection from evil &amp; good, speak with<br/>              animals, thunderous smite, wrathful smite</em><br/>Cantrips - <em>booming blade, green-flame blade</em></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"I don't doubt that you are the better swordsman between the two of us," smirked Valdis wryly as he felt the stinging cuts of Harron's, and whirling savage cuts to keep the man at bay as he seized hold of his hold of his amulet, drawing deeply upon his divine reserves to invigorate himself and close the wounds he had received thus far.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: Lay on Hands</div><div class="spoiler_body">Valids will use an action to use the healing application of Lay on Hands to restore 20 hp to himself.<br/><br/><strong>Hp:</strong> 27 (18 - 11 [dmg from Harron] + 20 [lay on hands])</div></div><br/><br/>"Nevertheless, if you wish to be warmed up, I think the gods can arrange something for you in that regard."<br/><br/>Although it wasn't in his nature to throw quips in battle, it was one of those rare moments when he was actually feeling excitement - the chance to face a strong adversary - after so long of dulling the edge of his sword on bandits and would-be warrior, here was an actual foe worthy of the name.  So it was now time to stop thinking of the girl for the moment and concentrate on pushing himself to his limits and beyond to defeat this obstacle that fate, or chance, had thrown in his path.<br/><br/>With his form more or less in peak condition once again, he smiled recklessly as he bid Harron to come forth.