<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/023/562/113/large/jordan-kerbow-orbash-vissatchfinal.jpg?1579617498)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Grimaruk Brandr<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Half-Orc  Male  Paladin</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>-1<br/><hr/><br/>"Many of our friends are missing. I want, I NEED to find them. I fear that if the goddess had blessed me with the sight we would have found them already. I do not understand why she did not. When I do find those that took our friends I swear I shall tear them into so many pieces their gods won't be able to put them back together." Grimaruk growls squeezeing the crate he is holding till the wood starts to splinter from his might. Realizing what he is doing he relaxes looking at Muriel with a fake smile plastered on his face. "If you need some help, I am happy to serve you." The paladin tries to lighten the mood with a joke, unable to control the fire in his eyes.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>