Avan AC: 27 HP: 20/25
Fort +5 Ref +5 Will +11 (+2 vs Enchantment, +4 vs Fey SLA's)
Jackal AC: 15 HP: 37/38
Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +6
The figure of a man wears a plate armour made of a fine handiwork of woven grasses, bark and twigs over which plates of heartwood show their layers and whorls and large, dark leaves cover the vital parts while maintaining flexibility. He has a wiry build and has a healthy light tan but also prematurely aged. His dark brown hair and eyes are of a young man, but wrinkles around his eyes and forehead betray many experiences.
Outside of town, he rides a large, ugly jackal, with bony protrusions and a snarling, wicked smile.
[old text:] dark robe over leather armour with a wooden shield, a club, scimitar, and dagger at his belt and a quarterstaff, longbow, and quiver full of arrows across his back. He wears two charms on a gold chain, a golden disk depicting a lion, and a whittled carving of his pet.
A black panther stands beside him, looking around and sniffing.
The darkness terrified him no longer. Avan had spent months without the sunlight and the dark became part of him. Surviving locked in a dungeon was no mean feat, he regretted the actions he took down there. He could not look to Hextor for support for Avan had changed too much. He became a slight recluse, unable to communicate well. He lost much of his muscle mass in his sedentary state and his skills disappeared with them. He even forgot how to shoot the very bow he still carried. Now, only skills he practised underground and his natural skills could help as he looked for revenge against whomever trapped him there. Even if it wasn't their fault, even just scapegoat had to be punished.