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Character || Warren
Stage || Guard
Battling || Lerim
Battle Stat || 15
Defense || 6
Roll Needed || [70-100]
Rolled || [16]
Outcome || [lose]
Experience earned || [2.5]

Result:

Warren was out early that morning. He wanted to get his supplies ready for his trip back to Tale. He walked the path behind Lons workshop and followed the creek that emptied into a small lake. Warren had decided a dip in the lake would be great way to refresh and awaken his system. He undressed and started his way into the lake. The water was rather cold and he was starting to second guess his decision. Warren took a deep breath for confidence and tied his dreads back before dove in.

Fully submerged, it felt like his face was being slapped with stinging needles. He stood up again and let out an agonizing groan as his face surfaced. He shook off some of the water and started to scrub his arms fiercely. He did this partially to warm himself, but also so he could clean up and get out of the water as quickly as possible. After running the cloth over most of his body at least once he figured it was time to jump out.

His legs were so numb from the cold they almost felt warm. He couldn't even feel the breeze on his wet legs. After he dried himself it took much concentration just to get his pants back on. He hadn't considered how hard it would be to put pants on legs he could not feel. But once he got them on he could start to feel the warmth, and feeling returning to his extremities. Warren then flipped his hair forward and began to wring out the remaining water from his dreads. They got very heavy when wet, not unlike a wool sweater in the rain.

After he got most of the water out he made his way up the rocky beach. He had hung his bag from the branch of an over hanging tree. As he reached up to grab it he found himself face first in the stony beach instead.

Warren had tripped over what he assumed to be a rock. He, after all, still didn't have much feeling in his feet. The rock turned out to be a Lerim, who was not the least bit pleased to be stepped on so early in the morning by a skinny dipping hippy. The Lerim counter attacked Warren's clumsiness with a cloud of steam it released from its back. Warren rolled away coughing while the lerim skittered off in the opposite direction.

Before he had a moment to think, Warren had been bested by a tiny lizard. His ears burned with embarrassment, thankfully no one was around to see him land so miserably on his face. Warren quickly brushes himself off and continued on his way.