<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/286/0/e/Conan_the_Barbarian_by_JoeJusko.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Wild Man of the East:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Karn the Barbarian</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=180083); 15 HP; AC 15<br/><hr/><br/>For a long moment did the barbarian return that stare, but then he thought better of his inclinations and resigned himself.  He looked out into the night from the hole in the side of the tor, and then up at the sky.  It was certainly an historic storm, none of which he had ever seen in his lifetime.<br/><br/>"A storm like this comes but once in a man's age," he said aloud before returning to the center of the large, dark room.  His gaze was at times lit by the cracking lightning outside.   "It won't break.  We should make camp.  If any of you have horses, you should bring them inside."