<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>: Cricket, Mahsati, Pride, 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/><br/>"We lack number enough to make use of the terrain outside.  Standing upon the ridges without any cover would just make us easy targets.  Your daring is welcome, but we know not of their numbers.  Not to mention being outside means facing their horses.  I am strong, but cavalry is stronger yet."  The half-giant rumbled, offering his thoughts on Khait's plan.  If they were to survive this then they'd need every single member to be able fight through, and that meant having them preferably alive.  If they'd had more amongst their number he'd have suggested a small contingent move out into the desert, wait for the mercenaries to move in, and then have that small group attack the rear.  The mercenaries would either break or the attackers would die.  Death or glory.  A sigh.  If only.  Still at least the priest's familiar had serve some use.  A delay that could give them more time to prepare.  A thumb idly stroked the haft of his war-glaive.  He felt a bit restless.  The wait before a battle was always the most irritating.  The anticipation teasing at him so.<br/><br/>The warhulk gave a bit of a blink of surprise at Mahsati's suggestion.  The plan seemed rather tactically sound.  Funneling the group in, rendering their archers relatively useless, and getting them off those damnable horses.  Albron gave a grin.  "I like your thinking."  There was a certain low cunning to it that he could appreciate.  "In such a plan then, where are myself and the priest?  I've some use at range but..."  A freely given admittance, "My talents lie more in the hewing than precision work.  Not to mention it would put my mind at ease to see my charge out of danger.  His spear arm isn't quite as developed as my own."  Not a jibe or an insult.  Just an observation.  "I could take Cricket's place and stall them at the foot of the stairs."