<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/>Corrag wrenched his axe free of the monster's body with a squeal of metal on metal. One of the legs came for him, only to be batted away with the axe's haft.<br/><br/>"What gibberish are you spouting?" he glanced back at the blonde human, just in time to duck the cold blue beam she sent wildly overhead. "Hey! If you're going to use sorcery, woman,<em>use it properly!</em>" His blue eyes narrowed, but the clanking, sputtering thing in front of him was more pressing.<br/><br/>"It'll die on its own, you say?" he snorted. "Might as well help it along then, don't you think?" After taking a few wary steps to the side, He hefted his axe up, hammering it down in another heavy strike, smashing the cold iron blade through more metal, and whatever machinery lay within<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Am barbarian. Do axe. Grunt. Smash. Grr<br/>Attack roll: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63969)<br/>Damage roll: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63970)<br/>Also taking a five-footer towards corrag's left<br/></div></div>