<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/023/562/113/large/jordan-kerbow-orbash-vissatchfinal.jpg?1579617498)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Grimaruk Brandr<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Half-Orc  Male  Paladin</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>-1<br/><hr/><br/>The half-orc watched Silvy saunter away fighting the instinct to pounce on her here and there. "Work first Grim, work first." The paladin mumbles to himself, taking a final look at the witch before walking back into the ship's hold. His armor lay there, still as polished as the day he put it away to start the journey across the sea. The paladin kneels before the shining steel armor, taking the helmet into his hands. "Let's make our people proud." It takes Grimaruk some time to assemble his metal second skin.   Returning to the beach, a grin plastered on his now armored face. With a stride he approaches Muriel. "Might I assist you in unloading, friend?" The now shining knight asks in his jovial tone clapping a hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>