<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Ramathiel_Ironthews.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ramathiel Ironthews (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PzE1sH3EfbRsaCOZeYe4QNJPyf09Xd2vIEmQm2byrbo/edit)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Encampment at the Requested Spot<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>General<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong><br/><strong>Free Action:</strong><br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong><br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Ramathiel smirked softly as he swaggered up to the front of the group.  On the way, lustful eyes raked over first the Hoard Master's wife--Elfbane had good taste--then over the two ebony girls.  He chuckled as his hot eyes admired what the two drow had on display.<br/><br/>It was good to be back where he belonged, on the path to war.  It was all well and good to work a forge, and his skill at swordcraft had earned him a place here when his chieftan had tried to tell Elfbane a lesser orc deserved this spot.<br/><br/>"I am Ramathiel Ironthews, Cyncia.  My hammer," he held up an maul of meteoric iron, "is Earth Cleaver, Star Smiter.  We stand ready."