The next wave of enemies begin to charge. The nine people who remain, are only equipped wit morning stars and polearms. 5 of them wield polearms, whilst four of them wield morning stars. The man whom the spellcasters have charmed earlier, enters the store. "Hi, my name is Rourkkus", he says while pulling his mask off, revealing that he is an orc-halfling. "I realize, as I was about to plummet within my own death, that I don't need to be chained to this condemned group of mercenaries. Which is the very reason I am swearing an oath of allegiance to you. Take charge of how I shall proceed!".
Rourkkus - 4 - Half orc - Fighter.
Health: 36/36
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 1
Wisdom: 1
Constitution: 5 (Mask of the hardy man adds 4)
Intelligence: 0
Gold:1
Armor level: 0 (Wearing "Classy outfit")
Special abilities: none
Status: Sudden clarity
Inventory: The scimitar of the fatherland, Mask of the hardy man, and Classy outfit.
How shall ye command him?
>Lawty: Move to America like the rest of us
I'm poar.