<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Amidst the carnage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Goblins, goblins, goblins<br/><hr/><br/>The Brakov's had always been stalwart, if not terribly enthusiastic, members of the Homeguard. The current melee was nothing like the pitched battles that he had fought to protect his hometown. Back then lines of hardy dwarves stood shoulder to shoulder, advancing as a unit and mowing down the chaotic horde. Here he was part of the horde, or at least part of the chaos. The mixed crew that surrounded him was certainly effective despite the disorganization, but Dunn felt acutely the lack of a leader.<br/><br/>"Thank you!" he called to the tall red headed woman. Her mystic bolt had distracted the now ex-goblin at exactly the right moment. It was teamwork, of a sort, and made him feel a little more at ease. And then, gods of the earth, it came -- an order. From his new friend Aria, who seemed more and more the leader-ish type.<em>Stop that goblin!</em>. "Aye!" he yelled and charged again, following a spell and an arrow toward the heavily laden beast and hoping there would be enough left when he got there to bury his blade into.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Charge action (Assuming it's within forty feet)<br/>+2 attack / -2 AC<br/>Move up to 40'<br/><br/>Roll Result: Dunn Brakov rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: attacking Sir Goblin Barrelholder<br/>Result: 11, <br/>Total: 19<br/><br/>Roll Result: Dunn Brakov rolled: 1d12, adding 6to the total<br/>Comment: damage to Sir Goblin Barrelholder<br/>Result: 11, <br/>Total: 17<br/><br/>Damage 17 <br/><br/>(Dunn's AC is 14 until start of next turn. Also, AOO's could be incurred.)<br/></div></div><br/>