<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/orc_by_yy6242-d7sdciz.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corrag</div><div class="spoiler_body">Corrag, Half-Orc barbarian (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=995773)<br/><strong>HP</strong> 14   <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 - <strong>touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 13 - <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 <strong>Ref</strong> +3 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5<br/><strong>Rage:</strong> 6/6</div></div><hr/><br/>"They're just roaches, like I said," Corrag responds to Arafel with a surprisingly haughty tone. There's a nausea-inducing crackle-pop of the beetle's shell as he works his axe free, then produces a rag to wipe the ichor off the blade.<br/><br/>When Arafel grabs the torches, Corrag sighs. Humans and their blindness. "Save those, you might need to have them later." For what, Corrag can't imagine, since he's never needed a torch except to start other fires... but why use their own supplies, when the land itself provides. "Here, these will do just as well." Tucking his rag away and hitching the axe back into the frog at his side, Corrag next produces a dagger. There's more of that crackly-chitin sound as he digs into the beetle's heads, cutting away the hard material to get to the glowing glands just underneath. One is freed, and tossed towards Arafel. it's slick and slimy, but it sheds light nicely!<br/><br/>Arafel isn't the only one evaluating and measuring his companions, apparently. How will Arafel respond to practicality? Corrag considers taking the critters' legs, too, in case they need a snack. Mmm, cave crab! ....Nah, there's too much for him to eat alone, and these others look too squeamish.