<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/>Ox smashed his fist against the hot cauldron and immediately regreted it.   "Argh, god damn it!" he muttered, clutching his bruised fist in his other hand while bobbing and dodging two or three short-sword swipes.  How typical.  He had an opportunity to look really great in front of not one, not two, but three naked smokeshows, and what does he do?  He whiffs it!  He got too ambitious!  He could only watch in confused horror as his fist barely tapped the creature tormenting Malia and shot forth towards the cauldron.  For a moment, he thought he was going to plunge his arm elbow-deep into the fires inside, but he somehow managed to avert disaster.<br/><br/>"Not to knock the help, since damn am I grateful for it," Malia said.  "But you've just leaped into the least-well-thought-out plan I've ever had and that includes when I gutted the baron."<br/><br/>"It really sounds like you are knocking the help!" he muttered, still clutching his throbbing fingers.   "But if you must --" he said, weaving around another swipe from a guard's sword mid-sentence,  "Argh, if you must know, I didn't think you even had a plan!"  He didn't regret joining the fight.  A fight is a fight.  But it was more complex than that.  He hated these Chelaxians.  He despised tyranny.  He loved hurting people who deserved it.  And, most significantly, he -desperately- wanted to pork the baron's concubines.<br/><br/>The elven pitfighter suddenly tumbled over the cauldron with surprising alacrity.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">  This is an acrobatics check to move out and through threatened squares!  Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 16, <br/>Total: 16 (22) </div></div>He then struck the cauldron with his heel in an attempt to upturn its contents unto the guards.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Str check?  Ox has 16 strength.  But he rolled:<br/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 6, <br/>Total: 9</div></div>