Dame Morbid's Tourney, Team 2

[Anonomuss]

Phillipe Meyer
Dragonborn Paladin/Cleric
Init: +2 HP 45/45 Bloodied 22 Healing Surge 12 (0 used /11)
AC 21 Fort 19 Reflex 14 Will 19 Speed 5

Waiting to be led out, Sans Team into the arena, Phillipe Meyer cursed his luck that his entire team had been consumed by the collection of Oozes they had faced in their last battle. Although he had dispatched them in the end, his team, he was told, would not be ready for the next round. Apparently gelatine took time to eat through, especially, as all the while it ate away at what they were trying to save.

An attendant rushed down to him. 'Hey you! We need you at another gate, we found you a replacement team,' Or rather found them a replacement meat-shield he thought. Life is Brutal. He was convinced he would already be dead if it wasn't for the guidance of Bahamut. He clasped his holy symbol in his hands, and headed off to meet his doom.