Emeric Kessel<br/>AC: 27      SD: F-22, R-28, W-14<br/>TAC: 17   CMD: 24<br/>FFAC: 21   HP: 123<br/><br/>Emeric had been contemplating a couple questions when the dragon started talking about food. Which was odd given that it was dead, but then again little about this made sense. Sighing he palmed a mutagen vial and without even breaking stride downed the contents with a grimace. Wincing, he grabbed at his side as the vial took effect. Bowing his head, he said, “This isn’t….”<br/><br/>“NOW THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Emeric yelled. Except it wasn’t Emeric. The normally well maintained blonde man was replaced by a scruffy dark haired man with a slightly darker skin tone. Looking around, he said, “Well this isn’t so fun anymore. The least he could do would be to let me out in a city somewhere. But nooo…. He’s got to let me out in a<em>graveyard</em>! Why is it that every time he lets me out to play I find myself surrounded by bones? Is it too much to ask to be let loose with a nice, juicy hot tart ripe for the pounding? Huh? Or at the very least a cold mug of ale and a haunch of meat?”<br/><br/>Drawing both swords, he rolled into position behind the dragon across from Ferrino. “Well at least I get to hit something!”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Change to stats<br/>+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 Natural Armor, +2 to all Dex based skills and things dependent on Dex (Defensive stats already reflect this increase), Alignment Shift = Neutral Evil<br/><br/>Acrobatics Roll = At 2015-06-09 21:31:41, Pockets (uid: 11170) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 32 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=76690)<br/><br/>He’s moving to H,16   <br/></div></div>