The Wonderful exploits of Fillangus Doddlehop&co IC

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Hanmaru Ryuuhei - Level 1 - Human Warblade

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Male Chaotic Good
Init +7, HP 14/14, Speed 30 ft
AC 15, Touch 13, Flat-footed 12, Fort +4, Ref +3, Will -3, Base Attack Bonus +1
Bastard Sword +4 (1d10+4, 19-20/x2)
Short Sword +4 (1d6+3, 19-20/x2)
Shortbow (Arrows (100)) +4 (1d6, x3)
Leather (+2 Armor, +3 Dex)
Abilities Str 17, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 8, Wis 4, Cha 8
Condition None
Balance +7, Jump +7, Tumble +7, Concentration +6
Maneuvers and Stances Steel Wind, Steely Strike, Sapphire Nightmare Blade, Punishing Stance

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At times like these, Ryuuhei thought it was a bad choice not bringing his uncle's sickle along. Clearing the bush would be far less complicated with the right tools for the job. Still, with a handful of old folks helping him, Ryuuhei managed to finish the task. He made a mental note to purchase a small cheap sickle once they came upon a town.

As the others were eating, Ryuuhei spent a few minutes practicing his swordsmanship a relatively safe distance away. After that, he sets up his bedroll and blanket, to get a comfortable place to sit and sup.

Actually, he doesn't eat a lot in trips like this, as the trail rations aren't exactly spectacularly tasty in the first place. Nonetheless, he made a few, small bites at his morsel of tough bread, trying to observe and listen to everybody else's conversation and whatnots. It was probably the stark difference between either his age or his culture to theirs, but the stories got boring faster than he could finish his meal, that he fell asleep in no time.