<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/c62f/i/2017/260/f/2/felannar_commission_by_tamikaproud-dbm5te2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Oxenbridge Hewitt</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1383223)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The captive's bravery in the face of certain death inspired Ox with recklessness.  The woman wasn't physically imposing, yet here she was, staring down the sharp edges of a nearly a dozen blades alone.  Well, almost alone.<br/><br/>"Don't!" he bellowed, laughing maniacally, his large lungs rattling with newfound courage, making his naked composition, glistening with sweat, shimmer in the torchlight.   "Don't fight them all by yourself!  Leave a couple for me!"<br/>p<br/>And with that, the large elven pitfighter took two giant steps towards the closest guardsman, cocked his massive balled fist back, and swung it with such abandon down towards his helmed skull that one might have been convinced that Ox didn't care about shattering every bone in his hand.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 11,<br/>Total: 16 to ATK.<br/><br/>esult: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d6, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1,<br/>Total: 5 to DAM.<br/><br/>