
Durova Sanguisuge |
AC 17/11/16; HP 27/27; DR 2/silver and magic F+4,R+3,W+9; Init.+1, Perc.+12, Sense Motive +11; Darkvision 60'; XP 9400

"Are we going back in tonight? I suppose we've become infamous, judging by the people talking about us I heard. If we have a chance to sneak back in, what would our goal be this evening? Hopefully the arsenic in the cook pot will start to have some effect soon as well."

Morthos "the Malevolent" |
Male Human Antipaladin (Tyrant)
Stats:
AC 21; Fort: +9, Ref: +10; Will: +12; Int: +3; Perc: +6; Hp's 33/33

"Our goal is clear: Eliminate as many fools as we can." Morthos eyes are narrowed in thought as he envisions the glory of winning. "They will never know what ended them when they deem us to be a lowly, pathetic guards. Or possibly cook. Yes... a cook. They would never suspect the cook. Fools! All of them." Morthos double checks his gear. "I am prepared. Let us leave our boot prints upon the dead bodies of these fools as we walk upon them in victory."