<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/beycL4K.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Darrin Glenwood</span></strong></span><br/>Human (M) Freedom Paladin/Cleric of sune<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2465643)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17 |<strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>CLERIC:</strong> <br/>Cantrips: Light x2, Guidance<br/>1st Level: Bless, Divine Favor, Charm Person</div></div><hr/><br/><strong>"Woah!"</strong>he yelped a a grapefruit sized ball of fire tumbled through the air past him to set the rat aflame.<strong>"Oh, ugh, burned fur,"</strong>Darren coughs and waved the smoke away, which reminded him how awkward his kit was.<br/><br/><strong>"No, I don't think they got me. I'm pretty sure that's their blood on my boots, not mine,"</strong>So saying, he kicked some sand onto said boot to try to get the blood off.<strong>"Give me just a... "</strong>And he set about rearranging his kit to something more comfortable. it took a few moments and some soft curses under his breath ("Sune's silken hills!' and "dragonshit!" and, of course "dang!") but he got it all together; a lit torch in hand, shield on the other arm, and his morningstar back to its place on his belt.<br/><br/><strong>"If it <em>wasn't</em> all of them, then we're in real trouble,"</strong>he smirked over his shoulder at Derek, before taking point and heading his way down the stairs, hoping to put some armor between his companions and foes they might meet on the way.