<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/044/4/3/The_Darkmask_by_CarlosSneak.jpg)</div><strong>Kerath Al'Sanbone</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>87/87<br/><strong>AC:</strong>29 (flat-footed 24, touch 24, +1 dodge vs 1 opponent)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><br/><strong>Ghetto of Performers, Local Fighting Arena, Kerath Al'Sanbone</strong><br/><br/>"KE-RATH! KE-RATH! KE-RATH!"<br/><br/>The third bugbear fell to the ground, a dagger buried in his kidney, with Kerath Al'Sanbone standing with his back to the fallen goblinoid. The two blades that everyone normally sees him wearing had never even been drawn from their sheathes; within a minute, the blade jutting from the bugbear's side had faded into nothingness, leaving only a thin slit where the drow's weapon had cut deep into the creature's internal organs. Two other bugbears littered the small arena, with similar wounds lacking the daggers that created them; against such foes, Kerath made a habit of simply leaving the blades embedded in his fallen victims, adding a little flair as his knives seemed to simply appear in his hands out of nowhere.<br/><br/>With only a silent smirk, Kerath caught the winner purse, his vision perfect despite the black eyepatch covering his right eye. It wasn't much of a purse; killing bugbears never earned much, because no one ever dared bet against him in such a spectacle. Games such as this were never more than an excuse to watch a drow assert his power over the weaker races. And, in truth, Kerath cared little for such sport; it was hardly a challenge befitting one of his skill. But one needed to maintain the groundswell when one was in the business of entertainment, and killing those pathetic creatures was the best means at his disposal between true opponents.<br/><br/>Slowly, Kerath's seemingly one-eyed gaze browsed the crowd, offering a silent challenge quickly matched by the arena's announcer:<br/><br/>"Who dares to challenge this cold-blooded killer in the arena? One of you?" His finger pointed to the crowd, weaving to and fro to present the challenge to any one of them. "Does anyone have slaves they wish to put in the ring against this slayer of the weak?"<br/><br/>((Preferably, either myself or Zaer, if he's willing, could run some sort of monster or NPC(s) in a match with my guy, mostly for me to feel out the mechanics, since I haven't played much 3.5 actually. If another player really wants to, let's try and find a way to end the match inconclusively, since killing off a char in the first couple days would just suck, especially if it was mine xD))