<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br/><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 35); AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>Let me try to describe what happened next, but know that I still do truly understand what occurred.  I had asked the ogres a question, to spell out a name, when their skin fluctuated by an inner motion, like a mage hand beneath a cloth.  They became concerned, perplexed, terrified, I could tell by the widening of their eyes.  Then, their scent became stronger, and their bowels emptied over the floor.  I was repulsed, covering my mouth and my nose, utterly aghast.  Then, without warning, one of the ogres' limbs exploded off the hinges, and its torso falling unto the ground, its head writhing in utter pain.  Like a tree once struck by lightning, the torso exploded.  The other ogre fell apart, but did not explode.<br/><br/>The warg beside me, the one that had bitten me, looked at me, and then looked at the warforged, and boldly chased after him.  At first I thought he was running away, so I said something like:   "You an' me're thinkin' the same thing!  But don't clog de doorway, heh heh!"  I laugh when I'm nervous, and what the warforged had done made me want to urinate all over myself.  I think that I even managed to give that warg a parting shot, but I cannot remember.<br/><br/>A gurgling cacophony alerted me to the danger striding behind me, and I alighted and vaulted over the snatching maw of another demon thing.  It's jaw snapped shut, and I grimaced at the reminder that I could have been in between those jagged, twisted teeth.  I landed in a crouch, clutching my dagger so tightly that my gloves were pooled with blood from my palm, my teeth clenched as I gripped the hairy face of that common-speaking warg.  I lifted the dagger and brought it down in between it's eyes in one firm, precise motion.<br/><br/>"Wot da' fuck!  Geez, are ye' fockin' children or soldiers?!" I cried to the Rekkenmark agents.   "Man up fer' cryin' out loud!  I'm frem' Breland an' I'm fockin' ownin'!"<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>Attack of Opportunity:  Garrett rolled a +20 vs. West Warg, rolls 8 damage;<br/>Regular Attack:  Garrett rolled a +16 vs. New Warg;  if successful, rolls 14 damage (expending factotum point).