<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zdj9kJl.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 29/29 <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +11; <strong>Investigation</strong> +10<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Abyssal<br/><em>Frog percentage: 16%</em><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> <br/>+5 Greataxe (1d12 +3 x3)<br/>Or +5  Maul (2d6 +3 x2)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Acantha, DM (storystuff and Stanimir, Damia)<br/><hr/><br/>Alexander furrowed his brow, listening to the old gypsy man speak of a man with godlike powers. Calmly, and again, more talkative than he normally was with the wine, he remarked: "No matter his prowess, every tyrants finds himself lying in a grave in time. If this tale is so old, surely, so has he and only stories remain." He nodded.<br/><br/>Alexander tensed subtly, even at the gentle female caress, half because it was less known to him in his dedication to his duty, more however because, some places where he went, something caressing your shoulders without warning was the last thing you wished for.<br/>It would have been too much to say he was relieved Damia chose another.. he wouldn't have been much of a man if he was now, would he? But he didn't bedruge such choices.<br/><br/>He raised his brow at the sudden offer at employment by Acantha and smiled, professional, if tipsy.<br/>"Why, M'lady, the Gravenholme funeral estate is always open to business. We've done noble burrials as well as burrials for nobles. However, ... but I've drunk a bit too much wine, I reckon. I should discuss business while sober, how about we talk about this by the morrow." He nodded and smiled, putting a hand on his chest, with a slight over-exxageration due to the wine, and bowing, with practiced grace. "By your leave." That said, the offer of work pleased him. It was better than arguing with villagers about outside work, hunting skeletons in the rain. The worst part was not smashing them, but putting them back together properly for burial. He stood up, wandering to the edge of the camp for biological reasons, before moving to rest, picking up his bedroll, and as was typical of him, rather than turn towards civilization, turning towards the forest, with his bedroll on shoulder and a wary eye on the treeline.<br/><br/>He pulled out his hammer, pushing it into the ground and planting it.. like a cross above his bedroll. Yes, it was a little odd, but he found that to best find rest, he imitated -the ultimate rest-.<br/>He leaned back, thoughtful and a bit overwhelmed with all of the social activity that had been going on. He tried to not think about.. well.. he could certainly not think these thoughts about a potential employer of his now. That was unprofessional. But a little unprofessionality could be fun<br/>He made sure he was far enough way from the main festivities, not wanting to impose himself, plus.. it was too loud to sleep. He prefered Grave Silence. Perhaps he could distract himself a little further.<br/>Then, almost like a little secret he had, leaning against his hammer, he pulled out his violin, putting it on his shoulder, carefully, and pulling out a small bow, enticing entirely different melodies than those of the festivities around him from the little instrument (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-myos9qjLc).<br/><br/>It wasn't very good. (rolled an 8 perform) and he blamed the wine and the overall. happy festivities around for that. So he stopped early, carefully put the instrument back aside.. and just decided to lay down, looking at the nightsky.<br/><em>He sleeps in about quarter an hour, on the bedroll towards the forest side.. lying on his back, with arms crossed over his chest. Because I watched too much wrestling.<br/>He doesn't sleep in armor, but his shovel and hammer are within reach, always.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">I did a 2!</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d8 Result: 2</div></div>