The orc rolled his shoulders at being called 'Sweetcheeks', but when he saw what was going on he shelved the brewing complication- for now. He spun on one heel and moved towards the door of the tavern. Darting inside, he looked at the apparent owner and smirked. "Undead coming in. I think they're in the mood for long pig."<br/><br/>He hustled over to the bar, and grabbed not alcohol, but something even better. Oil, of the goes in the lamps variety. Can't drink that, have mages, may as well get use out of it. Hoisting the small cask up, he tumbled over the bar again, and moved quickly towards the door.<br/><br/>Just outside the door, he stopped and set the cask of oil down. Looking at the warrior, he punched a hole in the top of the small canister and then he took a deep breath. "This is going to suck. When I get in the middle of those bastards, have someone light it up."<br/><br/>Lifting the now leaking container of oil, he bellowed out in Common, "Everyone MOVE!"<br/><br/>Charging towards the creatures, an orcish battle cry rising from his lungs, he ignored everything but getting the very explosive hand portable bomb he'd just made into the midst of the zombies. If people were paying attention life- or what passed for it- was about to get very, very hot for the undead things attacking the bar.<br/><br/><br/>(( Dex check to not trip in the sand while carrying the burden:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Hellion000 rolled: 1d20, adding 3to the total<br/>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Dex check.<br/>Result: 14,<br/>Total: 17<br/><br/>Tumble check to get out of the blast radius (if) when someone makes it go boom:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Hellion000 rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Tumble check.<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 25 ))<br/><br/>