<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint Taverner</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>:  Warpriest of Sarenrae (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1855004)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13 |<strong>AC</strong>: 17<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Touch</strong>: 12  <strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15</span>|<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> <strong>Fort</strong> +4  <strong>Ref</strong> +2  <strong>Will</strong> +5</span><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Background</strong>:<br/><br/>Flint led an unexceptional and rather uninteresting childhood.  Born to peasants, not much was expected of him and his siblings beyond farming the lands of his family lord.  This all changed when he was rescued from a goblin attack by a Cleric of Sarenrae.  Awestruck at the clerics appearance and abilities, Flint petitioned her to train him in the ways of her order.  Thus did he leave his family farm and begin his journey along a different path.<br/><br/>The more martial aspects of the training were more interesting to Flint, although he had no particular gift for it.  During sparring, he found it difficult to maintain a proper grip on his scimitar and would end up being frequently disarmed, something that frustrated his instructor to no end.  Fed up, Flints trainer took the youths holy symbol and wrapped it around the hilt of lads scimitar.  "There." he said.  "Now if you drop your weapon, you will drop the holy symbol of our goddess and bring shame to her."  The tactic worked, to an extent.  Rather than risk dropping the weapon, Flint used it less and less, preferring to leave it sheathed, and began to fight more and more using his shield instead.<br/><br/>His training completed, Flint ventured out into the world.  Making his way was not easy, and he started to get some work on the side as a traveling merchant in order to help pay the bills.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:<br/>Flint has a dry wit and subtle sense of humor, though he is often mistaken for not having one at all.  Coming from a lower class, he understands their hardships and has a soft spot fo helping those in need.  His appearance can be rough, often going without shaving for weeks, due to the time that he spends traveling from place to place.