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Soren realizes whats going on. He looks at the man, now bloodied by wounds that his blades did not make. "Well then come at me. I am not going to attack. You seem like ou know what you're tlking about, and I cant hurt you... I'm sorry. This was never my fight in the first place..." Soren drops his blades, which twang when they hit the ground.

Soren laughs. "Mighty fine gash there! Would you like some more?"

"Sorry to do this, but you left me no other option."

Soren sighs. "Alright, lets do this. Knew I'd have to fight my demons one day, didnt think it would be this literal." Soren ignores the broad with a death wish and focuses on his target, smirking slightly, he jumps forward, slashing at his enemy.
I take it he is 5 ft in front of me, so I'll 5 foot step, then use my move action to make him my favored target, giving me +3 to hit and damage. If not, I'll move and hit.
Attack: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34+3 if favored target
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 6 + (1) = 13+3 if favored, last d6 is cold damage.
Sneak attack damage: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 1) = 9

Just a friendly reminder. :) Nothing more.

Soren, ignoring all the others, faces the young lad. "I see. Its a fight you want. It's a shame you will die so young. Just give up now, I dont wish to kill you."

Init: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Soren draws his weapons, their blue icy appearence glimmering in the dimmed room. I am a fetchling and if I am in an area of dim light, I get 50% concealment.

Soren looks the the man. "Nice getup. So who are you supposed to be?" He smirks.

Soren looks around, taking his time to look at everything. Taking 20 on perception for a 35 If not Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

"Hmm... That was interesting... Teleportation is fun..." He frowns slightly.

Soren looks at each door, taking his time to examine each. "hmm, not much of a lust guy... Greed? Not really. Its not like I seek out riches, just the money I need to survive.. Guttony? HA! After all the time I have taken to sculpt this body! Envy.. I have all I need now. I dont see how that one is relavent in my case...Sloth.. No... Wrath... Pride..." He hesitates, scratching his chin. "Well I've made my decision." He smirks and makes his way toward the door marked 'Pride'. "Anyone wish to join me?" He chuckles softly.

Soren looks at the Saria. "Listen, There is literally nothing here for us. I have my suspicions too, but following this half naked kid is the only way to get answers." He raises his eyebrows at her.

Soren's mouth curves down, putting his hands near his blades, then glances at the party. Either way he will step forward.

With a GREAT big GREAT BIG polar bear!

Soren just raises an eyebrow in amusement at the imp. "Bundle of sarcasm indeed. I meant no harm, little guy."

Soren rolls his eyes. "Sounds like some people I've worked for..."

Soren looks at the little demon thing and smirks. "Nice pet you have there. What kind of tricks can it do?"

Soren looks around. "Strange bunch... And whats with the polar bear? Why is it all the way in... Wait, where is here?" Sorens expression doesn't change as he begins to register everyone and the nothing that surrounds them. "Soren... I'm not sure where we are, if we are anywhere at all. Shall we all try pinching ourselves to see if one of us is dreaming the others? Or perhaps on some sort of demi-plane..."

Woo!

Soren doesn't speak, but chuckles at the comments of both Saria and Damon.

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Soren sits in a shadowy corner of the room, watching all of the "character creation" happen. He didnt quite understand the concept, but decided it was probably talk of the gods...

Fin.