AC 26, HP 33/33, Fort 4, Ref 3, Will 3, Init 2, Perception 10
Male LN Half-Elf Fighter,
Level 3 Init 2 HP 33/33 Speed 20'
AC 26 Touch 12 FF 24 CMD 23 Fort 4, Ref 3 Will 3 (Enchantments 7)/(Fear 8) CMB +7 BAB 3
Fauchard +8 (1d10+6, 18-20/x2)
MW Silversheen, Reach, Trip, Weaponcorded
Cestus +7 (1d4+4, 19-20/x2)
Javelin (1) +5 (1d6+4, x3)
Masterwork Full Plate, Darkwood Full Shield (+11 Armor, +3 Shield, +2 Dex)
Str 18 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 14 Wis 14 Cha 8
Condition None
The half-elf soldier watched and listened, seemingly passively, to all the planning and commands being given or offered.
He removed his helm, revealing sweat and ocean water drenched hair. He tucked it under his arm and took in his surroundings. What an absolute insane day this had been. Here, abandoned with strangers. He looked to hold his girl again, and see his folks.
He approached Torren, the first person to actually introduce himself since he'd arrived.
"Torren," he greeted as he approached. "I'm Cyl. Well met." He turned his head back to the big house. "And well fought. You've been well trained, clearly."
Actions & Intents
Potential Actions
AOOs/Trips x3
Held & Worn
Right Hand: Fauchard, masterwork, Silversheen
Left Hand: Shield, Darkwood,
Worn: Full-Plate +1, Masterwork