Len

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"I can give you no aid if you return to desert little one, and I cannot let you pass through this keep, especially while we are on such high alert." Len looked down at the creature; trying to gauge whether it was telling the truth. He wanted to believe he was; not because he was keen on fighting demons, but Len would be happy if maybe there was a little honor left in the world. He was prepared to deal with the situation either way, as he unfortunately had to in the past many times before. "If you stay and fight with us, I can assure you that we will be victorious, but if you would rather return to the desert then that's your decision." Len glanced at Goradh for a moment before returning his gaze to the creature around his leg. "I'd make you decision quickly before Goradh decides to shackle you in the dungeons."

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I figure Len's standing in the doorway that leads back out to where they came from originally, and he'd be able to try to stop the creature if it went for the door.

This guy reminds me of slade from shining force 2.
#bikermicefrommars

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"If that critter creature is speaking the truth, then it would be an ideal candidate in defending the keep's walls," Len said as he devised the best way to remove the creature from Goradh without any unneeded grabbing. "Goradh and I can take any foe that comes at us, so it needn't worry about getting harmed. Plus we can use it's prior experience to aid us in battle; we don't know how to fight these demons." Len met Goradh's eye to judge whether he thought this was a good idea, and whether he caught on that they could also keep a close eye on the creature.

"And I feel bad calling you it creature, what is your name?"

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^ Build a little birdhouse in your soul

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"What did I miss?" Len shouts as he barrels into the room, amidst coughing violently after running open mouthed through the smoke bomb remnants to catch up. "What in the blazes is that thing!?"

Len brandishes his finger at the creature who eyes him with curiosity.

"Was that what set off that smoke bomb? Is it even capable of doing such a thing? Can it talk?" Len then whips around and stares out the door into the darkness. "And wait a minute Goradh, if we're both here who's watching our post?"

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Oh spit! Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

I don't have access to my character sheet atm so I can't give my perception, but I'm pretty sure it's barely anything; not my forte. Greg might fair better. I'll hold off on posting until I can make some sort of check (might need to buy even more dice in zoo York)

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"My name is Len, and I have been overseeing the protection of the barons traveling caravans for the better part of my life out in the desert." Len turned to again face the swirling sands. "Though most of my expertise comes from fighting with at least a shred of visibility; I worry this night I won't be able to do much." Len squinted as he studied the murky darkness, certain he saw something moving around in the darkness. Shaking the uneasy feeling away, Len turned back to Goradh. "How have you aided the baron these past years? I'd imagine your fighting talents have come into play in doing so."

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Phone post test. ASSUMING MOBILE CONTROL

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The Sandy Wind Rages
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Len Duros stands atop the ramparts of the garrison, with the half-orc by his side. Both stare outward into the sandy darkness, in vain efforts that they might spot something amidst the swirling chaos. Goradh's bloodlust proved useful in the previous battle with the cave worms; his willingness to charge headfirst into battle showed that he was in no short supply of courage. Combat requires a sound mind amongst courage however, and Len recalls having to strike down a few cave worms that were gunning for Goradh while his back was turned. Regardless, the two of them coordinated incredibly well for hardly knowing one another and being thrown into such a chaotic situation.

Fighting was Len's specialty, not wordspeaking, so Len was finding it difficult to break the grainy silence. Nevertheless, Len was a determined fellow and tried anyway.

"You fought bravely during that collapsed thorium mine incident. The vigor you showed was impressive, even for an Orc! Though I haven't seen any orcs fight prior to you, so that compliment doesn't really mean much come to think of it..."

Len was never one to break the ice well.

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CHARACTER INFO:

Name: Len Duros
Race: Human
Class: Fighter

Len has a sister Lydia and their parents died when they were younger in a caravan attack. Len had kept to jobs involving caravan protection and other merc work to provide for himself and his sister until she married the son of a blacksmith a few years later. Lydia became distant with Len and he believes she unfairly blames him for their parents deaths. Len has taken to doing the same type of work he always has, because that's what he knows.