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Flexx jumps on the offensive, and moves toward the target. He can not wait to get a piece of this giant weasel. It has been a long time since he's had the luxury of hunting on land.

Flexx sees the bodies, yet his attempt to feel sympathy for them was foiled by his amusement at the enormous rodent in front of him. It reminded him of a fuzzy siege ship, one of the smaller rowboats.
What a fantastic beast. Anyone need a hunting trophy?

Flexx whispers to the others, but not really caring if the creature heard "I'd like a crack at him, i've had plenty of practice, what do you suppose we can learn from it?

I don't have much to do in the way of nonlethal, so I'll just hang tight and look... piratey.

Does Sir Woofington (love the name, by the way) give me a flanking bonus?

Flexx immediately directs his attention to the hobgoblin beside him. He flashes an evil smile at it. "You want a piece of what your friend got eh?"
He dodges the hobgoblin's blow, and unleashes a counter.
Attack+Bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Flexx nimbly dodges the attacks. Weaving in and out of the swords as they are swung. He quickly feels the stress of his odd situation wearing away as adrenaline is being pumped into his bloodstream. His eyes widen, his breath is heavy, yet steady, he feels a tingling in his muscles, and a pounding in his ears. It was as if he was back on his ship again, in the chaos of a siege. Narrowly escaping death every time a sword swings past his neck. Since the bank, this was the first time he truly felt at peace. His foes felt no such peace at the end of his blade, however. He sneers at the hobgoblins,

"Hah! Ye seem to be asking for my sword in yer neck!" His voice was steady and taunting, "Allow me to oblige! Ho!' He dives to the side of the beast on his left.5ft step He then lunges at the ugly creature, aiming to kill.
Thrust!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 1) + 8 = 13
Well, that's a nice way to start my debut. :)

Sorry all, I've had computer troubles, my mouse wouldn't work but it's fixed now.!
Flexx sees the group of hobgoblins in the road, and he feels the familiar tingle of excitement pumping into his bloodstream. He doesn't really know the group that he's standing around, what they're planning to do, or even where he is at the moment, but he has found out in his years as a pirate that nothing brings the lads together like a little bloodshed.

Flexx draws his sword, and charges out to greet his new adversaries.
Pretty sure I can't get close enough but I rolled just in case.
Charge: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Flexx didn't know what to make of all of this. He was scared, but the serpent curiosity has a potent venom. His premonition to flee was weakened by the need to learn more, despite having had his life threatened on several occasions already.
"Maybe we should stick together then, if you've all had similar occurrences. You all seem to have gotten along just fine. Now, I should very much like to find this... witch that we're after, but this safe followed me all the way here, what's say we give it a peek first?"

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Flexx is utterly bewildered. He tried to understand what the woman said, and what it meant, he also tried to figure out where he was, who he had just killed, and what to do about the hulking mass in front of him holding a blade to his throat.
"Ah I don't know! S-some woman. Sh-she h-haaaad fingers! And rays! I c-c-couldn't move! Ahh... the vault! And the women that zapped me here! They saved me!" His usual silver tongue seems to have eluded him in this moment.

Flexx awakens in a panic. He quickly takes in his surroundings. He barely hears what the woman was saying to him. He stand up, looks at the woman who was apparently trying to help him, and draws his sword.
"Dying wasn't what I intended to do this morning!" He laughs nervously, "Very well, how can I help?"

Flexx strains his mind to resist the strange woman's magic.
Will save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Sorry guys, I was hoping to type out the rest of Flexx's backstory before I posted again, but I decided I didn't want to wait so I posted what I have so far on my profile for now.

Flexx was taken aback by the witch's question. At first he wanted to tell her exactly where she should put her question, but then he thought back on his life. There was one instance... when his sword was locked with his brother's... He caught the reflection of his own eyes in his brother's... their green light... just before the winds changed and saved his life. He shook his head. He had long since decided that was a fevered dream.

"Well, ah, what's it to ya? Heh, I mean, it... it sounds like you've got enough power there on yer own, miss." He felt his nose start to twitch. Ohh, not now! Not now! of al the things to start twitching! I'll look like a mouse.... and THEN a pile of dust! Despite himself, his neurons began to hum their excited chorus of their own accord.

Flexx is shocked. At first, he didn't know what to do, or even how to breathe. His plans always worked together like fine-tuned machines. This woman, this... whatever it was... dropped a wrench right down into the middle of his perfect mechanics and now everything had stopped. He thought of his brother at this moment, as he often did in moments of desperation, and how his knack for improvisation saved both of their lives so many times.

Flexx panicked, he looks around quickly, taking in his surroundings. He thinks about fighting the mysterious woman, his brother would have. However, though he may have been well-known and well-liked for many reasons, bravery was not one of them. He was skilled in combat, but nevertheless opted not to take the chance and rolled into the hallway with the safe. He was sure the woman just wanted him, so he thought that his crew was not going to be harmed... except for Spotted Dan... He only knew that he needed to get to the other side of that vault.

Though he was frantically running to get to safety, his pesky sense of curiosity held him back. What questions could this mysterious woman possibly have for a pirate that is only promising?. How could she know his name? When he ducked into the hallway and was hidden behind the wall, he had to ask "What questions have you for me? and preceded to bolt for the safe.

Thought I'd pop in and say hello, I'm Flexx, your friendly neighborhood swashbuckler. Looking forward to playing with you all very soon.

Since we're sharing real life stories, I'm Czein's younger brother, senior in the good ol' US of A. Also I'm an identical twin. That should give you a little more respect for Czein knowing what he has had to deal with. :D