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Parker's eyes widen slightly. He speaks up quietly. "Uh...well, I don't really have much magic. Or much book learning, I guess. I'm good at sneaking around, and I guess back home I had a reputation for being able to steal stuff. Not really sure what else..."

Reporting in!

Parker reports to his unit. Maybe it's for the best that I didn't get a leadership position...it's not like I've made much of an effort to make friends yet or anything.

He stands quietly, waiting for orders.

Parker buckles his swords to his belt, then heads to breakfast. He eats quietly.

Parker finds an empty bed, then quietly curls up in a ball, his swords set to the side, in easy reach.

Parker backs up quickly, away from the bandits. He clutches his swords tightly, still waiting for something else to happen.

Parker remains wary. That was way too easy. There's more coming. He scans the area for anything that might be sprung on them.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Parker once again swings at the bandit, hoping that his first misses were just from nerves.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Attack 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Sorry, I can't seem to move myself on the Google doc on mobile, but I'm moving to be in front of bandit b7.

Parker runs forward and swipes at a bandit with his swords.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Attack 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Alright, I'm on the map. Let's do this.

Parker nods at Karthal. "What he said." he murmurs.

Parker grabs two short swords and swings them around deftly. He speaks up for the first time in a soft voice to the others in the pit with him. "So how do you guys want to do this? We gonna work together, or every man for himself?"

I took two swords because I have two-weapon fighting as a feat, if anyone wants one of mine because there arent any left, just ask.

Parker's eyes widen. He looks desperately around for anything that can be used as a weapon-a rock, a piece of glass, anything.

Parker's heart skips a beat and he gulps in air. And there we go, Grenzo. This is why you have to stop volunteering for everything.

He desperately looks around for anything that can be used as an improvised weapon.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Parker smirks quietly. Of course they wouldn't let us have any weapons or gear. That'd make it too easy.

He follows along, keeping his head down and watching for any signs of trouble.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Parker steps forward, looking surprised as he does so.

Well, Ma always did say you didn't have much sense...hope you didn't just sign your death warrant, Grenzo.

Alright, alexgndl here, reporting in. My character sheet's on myth weavers right now, did you want it in herolab format or is it okay as it is?