Male Dwarf Mystic 1
Dalaan is a male human in his late teens, but he looks even a bit younger than that. His black hair is very short (not quite shaved, but everything but) and his turquoise eyes seem to be constantly in motion when he's not focused on doing something. He's dressed in some form of leather armor, but armor with harder leather plates attached and more of a 'natural' look to the material as if it was made of some plant or tree components. As he entered he was putting a flat circular metal ring back on his belt and carrying a Zulaat in his other hand. Am I right that that is grease around the doorway? If not, please adjust this description appropriately.
Acrobatics to avoid AOO and look good making an entrance: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 As he reached the edge of the slick area, he tucked into a roll, thrusting the Zulaat out into the back of the (green) kobold as he faced away toward the human with the scorpion whip. Attack green kobold, flanking from Erix: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Male Dwarf Mystic 1
GM the Dragon Above wrote:
As he watched the first Warforged enter with the Minotaur, Dalaan perked up. It had been a fairly dull duty so far. He had picked out an observation spot where he was most comfortable, on the rooftop down the way from the Broken Anvil. He had a habit of talking to himself when on the rooftops, since it was rare to find anyone else to talk to in such a location. "What's this? Interesting, what makes a Minotaur travel with a tin man? Might be an interesting story to hear...." His attention was quickly drawn to the second Warforged entering with kobolds of all things in tow. It was only a moment before Dalaan realized they were there not to enjoy the Anvil's atmosphere, but to cause havoc. With a sigh, he quickly got to his feet, looking down for the easiest way to the street. "Keep an eye out for Warforged he said. Gather Information he said. Use your discretion he said. Well, I can't let random folks get hurt by rabble rousers, can I? At least I won't be bored like I have been..." Without hesitation, he ran along the rooftops bounding the street before he leaped over the edge of the roof, bouncing from wall to wall and ledge to outcropping for a safe, rapid descent. As he dropped to land on the street level, he took his zalaat in one hand and his Chakram in the other, ready to throw. running along the rooftop on the edge of the street before tumbling down to street level at the steps in, hopefully surprising the warforged there.
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