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"There ya go Mr Greyfeather. I be distract'en this thing just like I intended. Now you 'an tha others can finish this thing off so I can get some of me dignity back." The dwarf calls out as he struggles with the yaoguai."Yah know this thing ain't any prettier than closer I get."

Anduris moves about the forest with a grace that defies his obvious stout and blunt statue. He moves through the landscape, something he has read so much about in the past, as quickly as he can to try to keep up with the others. His body low to the ground little slows him down. He deftly he moves aside branches and thorn alike hardly noticing their bite through his calloused hands. Anduris thinks this as he is laying face down in the dirt
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Alas not as skillfully as he would have liked. What really happened... Anduris stumbles forward through the bush. He seems quite skilled but perhaps there is a difference between readying about something and actually doing something. Just as he clears through a particularly dense span of vegetation his footing is lost and he sprawls down a small embankment.
Eyes clearing Anduris awakes pulling himself off the ground again. He feels another large bumb forming on his forhead."Hey did one ah ya let go of a branch again? I swear yeh can't be fergetten I'm back here. Sure I might be as tall as yeh but yah can't miss me...I'm as wide as yer mothers sitter!"

Listening to his friends earnest efforts to sway the king and queen Anduris contemplates what to say. As often in the past as he is thinking his hands search through his many pocketed vestment to find his familiar pipe and favorite pipe weed. With expert deftness he lights the pipe as an afterthought. He then steps forward to ask them for their assistance the best he can.
"Now ya see here King Vallahk what me friends be say'en is we can solve this problem ya be hav'en here 'cause noth'en much gets past us." Anduris makes a show of moving his eyebrows up and down.He arches them high then low and narrows his gaze in a mannor to show off how keen and perceptive this experienced dwarf is.
Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33 +2 for any mysterious stonework laying about
"An Milady Quiselle. Look'en 'pon you makes me heart ring like the strike of a hammer tah steel. Any help ya could provide would be forever remembered. Ya can bet on that as much as dirt makes ya dirty."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Anduris moves with his heightened FEDS to get to the other side of the remaining kobold."Now be a good little fella and stop what yer think'en before we have to stop ya all permanently like."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Despite Anduris's efforts at being diplomatic there is the unfortunate issue with his pipe tobacco becoming caught in the back of his throat causing him to go into a terrible coughing fit. Unfortunately he directs most of this vigorous display against the poor unsuspecting kobold...ending his failed efforts with a wad of phlegm projected onto the kobolds foot."Err...ahh... sorry 'bout that."

Anduris talks to nobody in particular."Ahh sure. Leave the dwarf behind 'cause he won't mind none." Anduris pulls up his pants ensuring they will not trip him up when he launches forward at FEDS. {Fully Enhanced Dwarf Speed} Anduris repeats the boon he just applied to Crios. "Dun't ya worry now boys. I be com'en ta save yah!"

Anduris stays his hand until Redgar can act.

Anduris staggers up from the ground vaguely brushing the dirt and grime from the road off his blood smeared coat. He thinks at first that he is in a fog and not thinking straight but after a few moments of staggering around and gathering his possessions he realizes he is in a fog...magic fog. His dwarven pride is pierced deeply and not only by the arrows that almost took his life.
"Err thank ye fer help'en me...err...to stop dying. Seems I'm gett'en real good at that lately. Now point me in the direction of those foul bred, knock kneed, rotten mouthed orc scum so I can get some o'me pride back."
He uses the CLW wand in his spring loaded wrist sheath and heals himself
UMD: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Vanthor attention fades from the warm radiant grace of Iomedae to be wrenched back to the torn and battered body that once held his spirit.By the gods. Mortality hurts.

I would like to submit my character if you are interested. Taos Stormreaver- Human warpriest follower of Thor (A god from a long forgotten era in Faerun's ancient history....so long ago even the writers were unaware of this).