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Graff looks grimly at the hideous desert mutant who doles out an under sized portion into his bowl.
He notices some of his new comrades get the pretty human woman in line who seems to give out generous amounts of sustenence.
He feels for the spirit of the Wind and is saddened that it cant reach him...

Yet Graff is stoic about it. He has managed to survive his whole miserable life in Athas. He expects nothing less.

Graff loops his sling once around his head and lets fly!

sorry I have no idea what my speed factor is, but no bonus from my Dex, boarding a plane now...

Thaco 20, +1 to hit from an Air granted power

Attack roll 1d20 ⇒ 15

Graff gets a little closer and looks on the ground for some decent rocks. He scoops up at least 2-3. He starts to pull his sling out...

Graff shuts his eye tight as he is walked along. He can't believe he is being hauled away. His freedom is the one thing he has always had. At times the ONLY thing he had.
He tries to meditate on the wind, how it moves, how at times just little air currents here and there, and at times rushing in great gusts blowing sand and dust in great howling storms. Dust and Ash! I can't believe I'm in chains!
He does his best to remain calm and be patient. The moment will come and when it does he will be ready to act...

The half elf looks extremely annoyed at the situation. He is surrounded by damned elves and templars.

He casts Command (casting time of 1)
He moves toward one of the templars and says in a commanding tone Sleep! Then tries to run through the gap and escape.

If the templar has an intelligence of 13 or higher she/he gets a save vs spell. Or 6HD or more.

Graff is looking to run. Are we surrounded? Does he have a chance to run off?

Graff gets up, brushes himself off and walks away

Beldak gives a final glance to Graff and the others, then waves. "I'll see ye around?"

He then fades into the crowd.
Switching my starting character.

Graff gives him a final wave. Secretly he is a little disappointed, he rather liked the strange dwarf. He never known many dwarves but he seemed a decent fellow.

The halfelf looked over to the blonde elf who now was to be his companion. Graff really wanted to hate the elf, he tended to avoid elf packs when out in the barrens and when in town, city elves were usually worse. Nothing but nasty thieves and swindlers.
But right away Quorin got his attention. The first night together after leaving the last oasis, the elf pulled a small book out of his satchel and begin reading by a bright moon. The book talked a bit about the ecology of the stony barrens region. Graff and Quorin stayed up late talking barrens ecology and then onto may topics. He appreciated the elf's sharp intelligence. It was rare to stumble upon another with such keen wit.

Holy crap there is so much weird stuff in 2nd edition

Tyr he says with one part disgust and another part sadness.
It takes a good bit of his concentration to just ignore the rampant slavery all around him. He is absolutely abhorred by it. His childhood and most of his life has been rough to say the least, abandoned by his elf-b&$!$ mother and lived on the outskirts of a poor village as the elf blood bastard . But at least he had his freedom. He started wandering out into the stony barrens more often and farther as he got older. Till soon he didn't go back. The winds led him far far away. After a time of wandering, half starved and barely hydrated he found a strange system of canyons with howling winds. On a high peak he met Ladonna, she too listened to the Winds and she took him in to teach him of the Winds as well.