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Ludvig easily dodges the bandit's flailing attack. As he ducks away, he uses his recovery momentum to bring a vicious swing into the side of the bandit, shattering his ribs.

Club Attack @ Bandit 6: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 1 = 26
damage: 1d8 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 3 = 8

Ludvig looks down at the unconscious and (soon to be blind) bandit, then turns toward the net-wielder restraining Hrrm and charges.

Club Attack @ Bandit 6: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 2 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Wretched from his restful sleep by some strange noise and the shaking of the tree he is perched in, Ludvig is most disappointed by whomever thought they would pull a prank on him. Realizing the dire situation unfolding in their quaint village, he springs into action.

Haza, ye dastardly 'umans. Betray us, would ye? Well then, time for a bit o'a nap. May the light reveal the wicked!"

Ludvig scampers along the branch he had been resting on until he is above the human tying the pixies to the horse, then unleashes his color spray at him (and any others that are in range of the 15' cone, Will DC 14; Color Spray)

Still in.

am I correct in reading they are both now dead?

Ludvig jumps back from flaming mushman. "Ah, roasted mushrooms, now a' we need is a stuffed pheasant or two. Well, p'rhaps a few more wit' Hrrm 'ere."

Ludvig wipes his blade then tucks it away in his sheath and looks up at Sykk. "Mighty fine potion ye got there."

Ludvig frowns as he watches his mighty swing bounce off the fungus-formed foe. "Blasted mushman, ye'll be in me gravy t'night!" Ludvig sidesteps so he is opposite Hrrm. Pulling out his dagger, which he uses mostly for cutting the wax off a wine cork, he slashes at his enemy.

dagger attack, flanking: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21
damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Caught quite offguard that the creature could not ony see him, but would be foolish enough to attack him, exclaimed loudly. "Now, now, ye lil mushman, we'll 'ave none o' this. Time for a good wallopin'!"

With his final word, ludvig lifts his cudgel and swings it mightily at the mushroom person.

Shillelagh, power attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Wow, so as a 3'4" small creature, Ludvig is actually the second largest character in the party!!! We can all ride Hrrm at the same time!

Ludvig had been sitting nearby up in a tree bow, dangling his legs, humming a tune, and enjoying a touch of wine. Hearing the commotion a distance away, he feigns disinterest while listening intently. "It is a beautiful day, a day for great beginnings, a day for epic quests. This seems to be a small matter, but it could be more..." Hopping down from his perch, he strides over to the quickly assembling company.

"Tis true then? A damsel in distress - ye'll be needin' me help then, eh? Don't ye wurry yeself, I'll keep ye safe. We'll best any threat, fell any foe, an' make it home for a nice, tasty pint. So, shall we be off?"

Ok, still confused. High-Feather as an awakened creature is CR 2 because of the +2 HD from awakened, yet has 2 class levels? With monstrous races and such I know it gets complicated, so I feel like maybe I am missing something?

Looks like a very fun and exciting group, though I am a bit confused and think I may have goofed. As a CR 2 creature, do I get no class levels (like Hrrm), or 2 class levels (like High-Feather)? If 2 levels, should the CR 1s get more?

Ludvig smirks at the massive treewalker's words while he takes a long pull off his latest bottle of wine, "Don' get me wrong, big fella. A bit o' poultry is nice ev'ry now an' then, but a wheel o' brie and sum nice, crusty bread, well, thats a meal to me. OH, an' wine... o course."

Goldmyr said everyone starts with 1000 gp, regardless of class/level/hd

Alias is complete and crunch is checked

As there are several other warrior-type applicants and I am already active in a few other games, I am withdrawing my submission. Everyone enjoy this game!

Still working on fluff, but I would like to introduce Calkirn Grayburne (Cal). Cal is a "vineguard" at the Puhitcha Vineyard. His responsibility is the protection of the vines and their delicious grapes from the endless flood of varmit and birds trying to feed on the grapes.

Born the child of escaped Chelaxian halfling slaves, Cal's early childhood was quite pleasant. They lived in a small hamlet in the woods of Druma, south of Macridi. He was 9 when the bounty hunters came. His father died fighting to protect his family. His mother and sister were taken back to Cheliax, while he was sold to other slavers heading to the markets of Galt. Even at 9 his size was evident, and he was quickly acquired by the Puhitcha family. He was assigned every physically demanding task to grow him strong. Used frequently as a cartboy, he showed a talent for catching small game to share with the other slaves for additional food. When the whipmen realized what he had been doing, they beat him severely. Then put him to work protecting the grapes. Since then, Cal has got smarter about sneaking his catches back to the others, and dreams of returning to the life he was raised in - a life of freedom.