<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/orc_by_yy6242-d7sdciz.jpg)</div><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> 10/16   <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 13 - <strong>touch</strong> 10 - <strong>FF</strong> 11 - <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 <strong>Ref</strong> +3 <strong> Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5 (Blind)<br/><strong>Rage:</strong> 4/6</div></div><hr/><br/>With another deep snarl, Corrag wrenches his weapon from the crushed and split remains of the monster, and readies another blow... but there's nothing to strike. he turns towards a noise, slobber-wet lips pulled back from sharp fangs... no, that's a shoe, this thing made soft, wet noises.<br/><br/>"Is it done?!" he growls at the nearest sound-maker, ready still to smash them as well, should it be a ruse. "I can't see! if it's done, why can't I see?"<br/><br/>There! A splash! Corrag lunges towards that noise... and Valki is going to be<em>damn glad</em>Corrag can't see where he's going, because his foot steps right into the corpse of the creature, and either he slips on viscera or gets caught on ribs; either way, he goes down with a roar, axe clattering from his hands with a loud clang, a few feet in front of her. There's a moment of furious kicking to free his foot, no doubt splashing the others with... stuff.... but when he's free, he lays there, gasping as the adrenaline leaves his system, muscles strained and quivering now from the exertion.<br/><br/>"I can't see," he moans, almost sounding afraid.