<div class="floatleft">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Barikclip.png)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Barik (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283139.msg13929702#msg13929702)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Communal buff, iirc.<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26 / 26<strong>AC:</strong>17 (T: 11, FF: 16)<strong>CMD:</strong>16<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<strong>Speed:</strong>40'<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+6<br/><hr/><br/>Barik pauses near an opening, listening. This is ... not unlike the bad days of his childhood, when every dark alley or black opening held a possible threat... or, more recently, the long trek to get to Twilight. He shakes off the prickling sensation down the back of his neck. He's not alone this time. There are others behind him, soft voices and sharp eyes he needs to keep alive. He shifts his grip on his club and peers into the dim interior.<br/><br/>"Stay close. No one alone." He rumbles, over his shoulder, before poking around the doorframe with his club; they've seen him do that before by now; a precaution likely born of having things dropped on him, or people ambushing him ...