<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/>Grimaruk allows himself to fall back into the sand laughing, having watched and listened to the events unfold from the spot he was unloading cargo. His armor kicking up a cloud of sand as he lands with a thud. The green man offers a short prayer to the sky in thanks. "Goddess, our little community is growing again. By Arshea I am glad to be surrounded by such wonderful souls." He places his arms behind his head replaying the event. Each of them had proven wonderful in their own way. Sresk had accepted Telamon with an open heart, and had listened to his warning as an equal. Silvy had rushed to the aid of a lost soul, standing up for her in the face of opposition. "Goddess, I am going to create so many souls with that woman." Grimaruk speaks to the sky, shaken from his melancholy mourning. Muriel had offered a lost soul a place at their table, and to tend to her wounds. The powerful Chief of the Sept Sophia had quelled the tempers of her tribe with nary a harsh word, and gave the lost soul a chance to prove herself. Even Telamon rushed to defend those he cared for from a perceived danger, and even had stopped when Sophia had told him.<br/><br/>Grim picks himself up off the sand, rising to his feet, bits of sand falling off his armor in a small shower. He strides to a spot in the tree line reaching into his bag for a tent and a set of four bed rolls. Diligently he drives the pitons into the ground and places the four rolls inside, free for anyone to have a comfortable place to sleep. His work done Grim leaves the tree line taking his place for the watch as the sun dips into the horizon. The plate mail clad paladin stands silent and still watching over his loved ones as they rest till he is relieved.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>