<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/>Despite the water breathing spell, Corrag had balked a little once they reached the pool. "It smells like a whole tribe of ratfolk drowned in that!" he grumbled, kicking a rock into the water, watching it ripple with a curl of his lip. When the others dove in anyway, he growled something about them paying for all the soap it would take to get the stench out of his cloak, and followed after. he surfaced with a gag and gasp... the fool held his breath for the swim<em>anyway</em>. "I say we gnaw our way to the surface when we go back," he grumbled.<br/><br/>It took a few blinks for his eyes to fully acclimate to the darkness, the orc blood in him meaning the caverns gave him no difficulty in that regard. The light ahead meant that something was alive up there, and Corrag unhitched the axe from his back. "Up ahead, there's something..." and it's... bugs? Corrag snorted in indignation as the insects came towards them.<br/><br/>"They're just cockroaches. You should see the ones in the Merrymaid." he chuckled, dropping the axe so that the insect's mandibles clacked against the flat of the head, then barking out as, for the second time today, a beam of cold sorcery lanced through the air near him. "Hey! Watch out... Wonderful, I have a crosseyed witch at my back."<br/><br/>Resigned to his fate of getting a lance of ice through his skull at any moment, Corrag shifted his stance, taking his axe in both hands at hip-height. If he smashed the beetle overhead, he'd probably just damage the blade... Instead he thrusts it outward, letting the top edge of the blade, and the weapon's own weight carve a furrow through chitin and bury into the soft insides of the creepy-crawly.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Attackin the beetle threatening him, with a result of 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64589) and damage of    15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64590)</div></div>