<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint-Close.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>:  Warpriest of Sarenrae (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1855004)<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<sub><strong>Touch</strong>: 12  <strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15</sub>|<strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<sub><strong>Fort</strong> +4  <strong>Ref</strong> +2  <strong>Will</strong> +5</sub><br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint groaned softly as Kaisen slinked forward.  The Monk would definitely take some getting used to.  At least he seemed to be...graceful.<br/><br/>Flint stood in his place, studying the ball of lightning, as Eligia and Kaisen moved forward.  He stroked his beard as he tried to figure out what it was that they were looking at.  "I have no idea." he replied too Rhea, keeping his voice low.  "An evil spirit would not be out of place from what we've seen of these ruins so far, but I'm only guessing."