<div class="floatright">(https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/2c4a8c485c0c4a93607cb2ccd0b484f0.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Wallen Drake Shadetree (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302505.msg14778557#msg14778557)</strong></span><br/>Tiefling Male, 1st Unchained Rogue (Trapsmith) AC 18/13/15 HP 11<br/>Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4, Resist fire 5<br/>Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +0<br/>Init:<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Action: Perception p, nope another 7.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Hmmm.. interesting.” Wallen looked over the device curiously as Rufus jumped on the table, took one long sniff at it as he circle it, growled loudly and hopped off the table and jumped in Wallen’s chair and looked at the tea service with sad eye.<em>See? I’m a good boy and didn’t get in the way! I need a treat or three..</em>His poise announced as Wallen pulled a pouch from his belt with one hand and a journal covered in bookmarks and sheets of folded paper. He opened the pouch to reveal a long line of picks, probes and more arcane looking gadgets as he flipped thru the pages. Nearly three decades of notes, made on the fly, stolen and traded over the years. A few pages were stained and one or two looked singed.<br/><br/>“Vindictive exes. He and she were..upset. He wanted my horns, she wanted the tail..luckily they left my picks in reach.”  He said with a wicked grin before  returning to his notes. “Ah Paradox box...the old bastard would it to some lord king in Westcrown unopened.” Clicking he returned to examine the box intently