<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/>The warrior from the west had taken a seat by the broken seal of the wall, glancing between the pouring rain outside and the ongoing scene within.  He was glad that he was unburdened by gear, but sleeping on the dusty, gravelly floor without a sleeping mat seemed more barbaric than what he was accustomed to.  He made an unconscious note to purchase a mat once he made his way back into town.  Fortunately, being that he wore very little, he was almost dry, save for the curling rain that curved into his vicinity.<br/><br/>Storm peace.  He had heard of the custom, as most rangers do, but never had seen it in practice.  During storm peace, warring parties ceased warring, for both parties fear the deluge of the storm.  The barbarian hoped to see the peace through, but he was a man licensed by his passion.  He grew angry quickly.  He grew lustful, too.  How long before he broke the unspoken pact between strangers and enemies?<br/><br/>At the chirping of rats, the barbarian rose to his feet, cradled his tremendous greatsword within his grasp and lowered his gaze.<br/><br/>"Rats," he uttered.  But why?  Why were they here?<br/><br/>OOC:<br/><br/>Initative:  3.<br/><br/>Wilderness Lore check:  16.  The barbarian wants to know why the rats are attacking the party.