<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzU45AV_odo/RgAf8O2pESI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n4vf9wra0Hc/s320/untitled_gimbler.bmp)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Nevin '<em>Ninefingers</em>' Neblin</span></span></strong>,<em>Gnomish 'Troubleshooter' and Inventor</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8737)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:29 (Current: 29)  AC: 17, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><em>Hans</em></span> HP: 6 (Current: 6)   AC: 13/12/11</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><em>Feet</em></span> HP: 13 (Current: 13) AC: 13/12/11</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Extracts</strong>:<br/><strong>-Mutagens</strong>:</span></div></div><br/><strong>"Behave ye two twits." </strong>Nevin said with mock exasperation as the two dogs started moving to do their 'feed us' mooch act to the others as he picked up the saddle bag with their chewy venison jerky and gave them a handful of each before sliding his pack and gear onto them. The two dogs quickly downed their jerky and only a look from the gnome kept them from trying their antics. A handful of special javelins hanging from one and the saddle on the other had Nevin ready to go. He patted each in turn and gave them a treat of chewy candy as he set about checking his own gear. The mix of potions and infusions were all laid out in their padded pouches, as was the cluster of inert mixtures waiting for a touch of magic from him to turn the chemicals within unstable and explosive.<br/><br/>Patting his pouches one more time he turned to his weapons, noting with satisfaction that the ornate crossbow was still sound and neither his scythe or sword were showing any damage. Slinging the crossbow at his waist and putting the sword on the other side and picking up the staff he sat back down with a sigh as he considered their situation. Ideally they could find a settlement or such in the woods, provided the locals were friendly to visitors.  That could be an issue of course, he thought as he flicked open the staff to run a whet stone over the concealed blade.<br/>