With a satisfied grunt, Thygor draws his big, stained sword in the left hand, and laces the colossal shield to the right arm. There's no need for further instructions, and further waiting would be pointless. His poderous, armored figure begins its slow and purposeful stride, through the cover provided by the trees and undergrowth.<br/>The thought of the imminent battle fills his twisted heart with absolute<span style="font-style: italic">delight</span>... and even more the opportunity of a subsequent<span style="font-style: italic">feast </span>over the defeated enemies. He can't help but wonder whether that enticing fairy duo has actually managed to make some friends in that group ... And in that case, how delicious would it be to<span style="font-style: italic">consume</span>them before their eyes... His long tongue curls around his armored snout, drooling at the mere<span style="font-style: italic">thought</span>.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">EDIT</span>: Heh. Stealth. Yes, easy-breezy. Why should I worry about that? <br/>So, if I'm doing it right, -1 skill (thanks Large size!), +10 cover, -15 armor check...</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/258746">Stealth (Oh dear gods of Chaos, assist me on this one)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20-6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">-2</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stealth incarnate! ^^'</span>