<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/a5cb95fad14a498b4e83d64fbdbaadf5/tumblr_nhf421QhTh1ra7k9xo1_250.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Flynn Kettleblack</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1076300)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>His unrestrained laughter filled the room for a moment, and he flashed his rogue's grin at Magnus, eyes glittering.  "It's even better if it involves all three, but I've yet to encounter such a miracle.  I'm pretty sure that if I ever<em>do</em>I can die a happy man.  Though, hopefully not before I've gotten my fill of shooting, drinking and fucking."  He smirked as he said the last, since anyone who knew Flynn even a little bit, knew that there was no such thing as enough for him.  If he couldn't die until he'd had his fill, he'd live forever.<br/><br/>He turned to Larsen and listened to him and the others debate the merits of assassination, folding his arms across his chest and grunting softly.  "I'm not concerned about the morality of killing the man, so long as I get to ask him a few choice questions beforehand.  There's a difference between killing in cold-blood and putting down a rabid dog.  Even you lot should be able to understand that."  He flicked a glance at the two sisters, cocking his head a touch and then turning his attention back to Larsen and the map.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Flynn rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Knowledge Geography<br/>Result: 13, <br/>Total: 15</div></div><br/><br/>