<div class="floatleft">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Barikclip.png)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Barik (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283139.msg13929702#msg13929702)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Communal buff, iirc.<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26 / 26<strong>AC:</strong>17 (T: 11, FF: 16)<strong>CMD:</strong>16<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<strong>Speed:</strong>40'<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+6<br/><hr/><br/>Barik has said very little since showing up. Not knowing any of them before hand probably doesn't help. As he is wont, he observes, head tilted so that the wind blows his hair out of his eyes, and fingers the leather-wrapped handle of his club idly. Probably, he won't need it, but he does seem to feel better with it close to hand. Keeping an eye peeled - he hasn't been in Twilight so long he's forgotten how quickly something can creep up in the sands - he considers the wreck. If there's anything left... well. Shelter, of a sort. Falling down, sand-scored and worn, but shelter. Probably, he thinks dryly, no protection if a good sandstorm blows up, but better than nothing at all.<br/><br/>"Hard to see ain't the problem." He rumbles. That /might/ be amusement lurking under the basso rumble; Barik's voice isn't the most reassuring to listen to; it never seems to fail that it goes right through an unsuspecting listener. Being able to see in the dark does give him that advantage... although it usually puts him on mid-watch, something he can live with, most of the time. "Not gettin' bit is." He straightens, pawing a scarf back, and off his nose so he can breathe in the air without smelling cloth. "Shelter's shelter."