<div class="floatleft">(http://i1149.photobucket.com/albums/o597/Seraph_Azriel/88a8941e-e8c9-4fb7-9f0b-ee49828d8cec_zpscmehupcr.jpg)(http://)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Albron Mahmud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277747.msg13654554#msg13654554)</span><br/>Half-Giant Aegis/Warhulk (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1392061)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Temple Ruins<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mahsati, Khait.<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Cloak of Resistance +1, Ring of Protection +2, Fire Resistance 5, Fortification, Hardy, DR 3/-<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +0<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 49 | 52 <strong>AC</strong>: 19 (<strong>T</strong>: 11, <strong>FF</strong>: 19) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 25 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +1</div></div><br/>(Ready an action to fire off an Ebon Shard at the first unfortunate sucker to take a step in.  He'll stay close to the foot of the stairs so that the squishier members can move inside and then he'll take the bottom using Reach with his warglaive and gauntlets to mash in faces.  With the Ebon Shards he'll engage those opponents that try to stay out of his reach, although that's more of annoyance compared to the actual archers in the party.)<br/><br/>His charge seemed quite confident of their chances, as well as his own planning.  Albron was paid to be the part of spearbearer, not a war sage, so he was rather content in his own role as simple muscle.  All the better to enjoy the thrill of the fight with.  The giantkin took up the heft of the large weapon, enjoying the solid feels of it in his hands.  Such power in it...all the better to cleave some poor sellsword with.  With a closed fist he beat his breast twice, an invigorating clang sounding forth from Gorum's armor.  Yes.  This was Our Lord In Iron's hymnal.  Soon they would join a great service in His honor.  The man's heart thundered in his chest, eager that he might prove his devotion.  A deep breath.  Calm was needed on the eve of battle, lest heated blood lead him to his ruin.  Many a soldier was cut down from being too rash in his actions.  The warhulk closed his eyes and saw that image in his mind's eye.  The shape of his helm.  The curve of the spines and horns that graced it like some manner of savage crown.  The black glass seemed to fold and grow as it enfolded the half-giant's face and head.  The warm touch of metal was better than the embrace of his sisters, and far more familiar.  Gorum would see blood spilled in His name.<br/><br/>"A game...?"  Albron almost sounds disapproving.  Games were for children.  Yet, he gleaned her meaning well enough.  Competition.  Sport.<em>A challenge.</em>"My rewards, you say?"  The flow of blood, the screams of the wounded, the savage howl of the victor were his rewards.  But these were not to what she referred.  The fiendspawn was a quiet kind of predator.  She wouldn't have spoken if...  "Your words tell me you already have your reward in mind.  Very well then.  If I should have more corpses at my feet than you at the end of this, then I shall have a<em>boon</em>from you."  A knowing kind of smirk.  She was one of the smaller peoples in the desert, but she would do well enough.  Her fighting spirit and savagery was something to be admired.<br/><br/>The sellspear tensed for a moment as slightly cool fingers slipped into the joint near his shoulder to prod at his flesh.  The half-giant turned his head to glower down at the elf, but turned to a grin of thanks as his skin now took a consistency to that of the old ironwood trees that dotted the barren plains of his family's home.  Something to ward away the power of blades.  A very useful kind of blessing.  "My thanks.  May you walk on warm sands little sister."