<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LMfR0Dgm.jpg)</div>Pavel Brioni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2590634)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong>Interception if ally w/in 5ft hit damaged reduced by 1d10+2<br/>Joint Background on Pavel and Fildarae (aka Fifi)  (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cRMbo8fupmnNx1wX5B1UYio7Nrgz7TKus2z_CZDaqTk/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><hr/>Pavel arrived in Crossroads with his entourage - two scale-mail wearing Mastiffs, Anne and Betty,  a mule, Charlie, and at the end an Elven Woman, Fifi. Pavel himself cut an imposing figure - over six and a half feet tall and over three hundred pounds before you included his armor and weapons. His armor was relatively plain split, although crafted for his size. Where most men would have a weapon strapped to their back, Pavel had a literal bag - the hilt of Greatsword peeked from the back, along with a couple of other shafts. The bag had sheaths and hooks holding a bastard sword, War Hammer and War Pick. There was even a sheath containing a half-dozen Javelins.<br/><br/>Pavel landed on his feet amid Crossroads. He instinctively drew his Greatsword. Although the imposing warrior quickly lowered it when he saw the assembled group. Pavel called out, "Hold! they mean us no harm." Pavel heated his Greatsword and removed his helmet. The warrior's nose was crooked, likely having been broken several times, and his face had several scars. It was a face than many would say - only a mother could love. Pavel bowed slightly to Prime, acknowledging her sovereignty over Crossroads if not over himself.<br/><br/>Prime had a slightly personal greeting for Pavel,<strong>"Greetings, Sir Brioni."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'm no noble."</strong><br/><br/>Prime pointed to the Runes painted on Pavel's armor<strong>"Your Runes paint a different story."</strong>Then she pointed one large metallic finger at Fifi in the back of the group,<strong>"As well, you have rescued a damsel in distress. Although few can save a person from themselves."</strong>with that enigmatic statement, Prime fell silent.<br/><br/>Pavel turned to look at Fifi at the back of the group. He spoke in a firm tone,<strong>"You heard the Lady. No stealing, not even to practice."</strong><br/><br/>Then he turned back to Rayena, the Tavernkeeper,<strong>"A wise steward takes care of his charges before himself. Point me to the stables, and I'll make sure to take care of Charlie. Anne and Betty can stay with him. Then, I'll take care of Fifi. She could use, we both could use a bath to get the dirt off. Then, I could use a drink and something to eat."</strong>Pavel smiled,<strong>"I'm sure Fifi will want to dance."</strong>