Emerend of the Vultures
HP 40/40; AC 20, Fort 14, Ref 18, Will 19; Surges 8/8

A clean-cut, pale-skinned, dark-haired elf limps into the tunnel, using a simple wooden staff with odd, totemic marks on it as a crutch. He is dressed in plain hide with a dead tree burned onto the chest. A patch on his left sleeve depicts a vulture eating a corpse. Several pouches are arrayed on his belt, and a longbow is strapped to his back. Wintergreen eyes survey those assembled around him, glad to see the one he hunts isn't one of the men protecting his back.

"Good morning, gentlemen. I hope that I might be of some service to you in the upcoming battle, and that, in turn, you will prove helpful to me, as I have some small matter of businees to accomplish before this tourney is done." Emerend smiles with no friendliness.

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Initiative: (1d20+12)[27] (+2 from Warlord included)

Also, could someone explain to me the Bravura thing, as I do not have a Martial Power.