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Jackson finally takes notice of the conversation. Did you say drink? That sounds like a fantastic idea.

I am ready to go.

Jackson, having said nothing this whole time, slides his falchion back into its sheath.

Who are you again.

Back. Camping trip called on account of rain.

FYI, I will be away from the 17-21. I do not expect to have any internet access during this time. If needed, please GM PC my character.

Eying the outstretched hand, Jackson shrugs. If you insist He slowly begins to slide his falchion off his back.

Aid another on the intimidate check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Jackson, only half paying attention, allows his new comrades to handle the negotiation and wishes he had a drink.

Seeing the little blighter slip out of Natty's hand, Jackson slices at it.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Damge 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 = 12

His previous attack having worked beautifully, Jackson steps over to the next little nuisance and repeats.

Power Attack 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 1 = 12

Power Attack 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 1 = 17

Damage 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 + 3 = 16

Lifting the falchion off his shoulder, Jackson attempts to bring it down on (and through) the little imp on the table, figuring that the scrolls are worth more than the finish of the table

Power Attack 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 1 = 17

Power Attack 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 1 = 14

Damage 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 + 3 = 11

Step back gentlemen, I believe I have a solution.Jackson positions himself in front of the box and unsheathes his falchion.

Not me. Of course, I would not know anyway.

Jackson strides through the open gates and tilts his head back to feel the hilt of his sword. The suroundings seem familiar, though not comforting. He nods at the others and waits silently as after the bell is rung. I hope this Lady has some good ale in there.

1d20 ⇒ 15 to dot. Post more later.

Gonna leave it up to you. The wisdom was a little high, but I needed a 15 Con for raging vitality. I figure there is a reason that he embarrassed his family enough that they dumped him. Besides, raging helps, some.

Got my character up.

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Edit: Read the campaign setting. It sounds like fun.

Impatiently waiting until all the archery pansies in front of him moved through the line, Jackson finally gets to the front. Plunking down his entrance fee he declares, Jackson Tanner, and I will be taking the prize for wrestling.

Jackson topped the crest of the hill and got his first look at the village of Swallowfield. He could hear the strains of music even from this far away, and pipes and drums made him want to dance. Giving his polearm a quick spin, he continued toward the town. I took the prize for wrestling in Bromston, and I can do it here also. This the way to live life, keep to the roads, follow the fun, and reap the rewards of daring. All I want tonight is a bowl of something hot, a mug of something strong and a plump tavern wench to put my arm around. With a hearty laugh, Jack went to find the officials and pay his fee.

Jackson could be there to compete in the games. And a dungeon sounds like even more fun and challenge.

Hello, anybody there.

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