<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>14 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>18 (19 Vs First Attacker)<strong>CMD:</strong>23<br/><br/><hr/><br/>So, good news and bad news.<br/><br/>The bad news was that he had no idea where he was. As the space around him was filled with a loud hissing sound that penetrated his skull and forced a slight wince from him, his memory was slow to return; he had a vague idea of what he had been doing before he fell asleep, but the images were blurry, the sights and sounds unclear, like a dream that was slipping through his fingers the more he grasped at it. That just pissed him off; if there was one thing that annoyed him, it was people or things screwing around with his head. It was a dishonourable way of fighting, a cowards way out, and if this was an attempt to disorientate him in preparation for something...he was not about to show mercy on whoever it was who was fucking with him. He growled under his breath as a gust of cool air hit the front of his body, prickling his skin and causing the hair on his arms and chest to goosebump a little at the sudden change in temperature. He opened his eyes, shaking the sleep from his mind as best as he was able, staggering out into the cold room beyond. The floor felt...odd. Metallic, almost, smooth and unyielding and certainly not the rough, porous texture of stone or tiles. Shapes came into focus, other moving, staggering forms that slowly resolved into other people, people who looked just as confused and disorientated as himself.<br/><br/>And that was where part one of the good news came in; wherever he was, everybody seemed to be absolutely gorgeous. There was an unfamiliar pink woman to his left, soft-looking and squishy, with all of the right curves in all of the right places. His eyes flickered up and down her body appreciatively, before he caught sight of the more oriental, eastern-looking woman just past her in an equal standard of undress who, whilst not as gifted in the chest department, was most certainly pleasantly shaped with the best pair of deliciously tanned, smooth legs he'd ever seen. And good legs always meant a fantastic ass; he looked forward to seeing it up close and personal. His eyebrow lifted, and he shifted his gaze to his right, taking in everybody else's almost uncomfortably naked appearance. Off in the distance, there seemed to be a human - or at least, human like - woman with a surprisingly regal bearing considering her situation...and god<em>damn,</em>a Drow of all things? And a busty as hell one, too! He didn't know what she usually wore, but if it didn't take full advantage of that prodiguous bust, he'd be disappointed. He'd need to talk to<em>her</em>at some point and find out if the rumours of Drow Debauchery were true! At the very least, he would need to get a closer look because Drow had<em>always</em>been a hell of a turn on for him. There was also the flicker of another shape on the far side of the Drow, a flash of tail and what looked like animal ears - a catgirl? Interesting. And hot! - but he couldn't get a good enough look from where he was to say for certain. Something to investigate later, at least, eh? Who to hit on first? He was spoiled for choice, honestly! But then...he liked being spoiled.<br/><br/>He himself wasn't that fussed with his nakedness, of course - he went around barechested most of the day, so what shame did he have to feel if they just so happened to see more on this occasion? It wasn't like he had anything to be ashamed of in the muscles, fat or<em>size</em>department, and even if he did, confidence in himself was going to go a lot further in making people refuse to comment on anything - but it did appear that the rest of them weren't quite so happy about it. Hell, even the only other male - oh, they were going to have fun with this group! - was definitely attractive enough to tempt Khan into bed if he were in that kind of mood. He wondered if they all shared a language? That would make the flirting a hell of a lot easier. But that would have to wait. The second part of the good news? It looked like they weren't alone in being awakened rather rudely, and if he read the cute little puppy's intentions right...it wasn't going to be a peaceful or friendly awakening. Creatures like that only knew one thing; attack people who didn't look like them.<br/><br/>That was all well and good for Khan, of course; the only thing better than waking up with a beautiful set of lips on his cock was waking up to find a brawl instead! The pounding of his pulse, the raging of blood in his ears, the contest of sweat and conflict...was there any better pick me up after a groggy sleep than feeling the adrenaline of fight or fight harder pumping in your veins? No. No, there wasn't. There was no illness, no hangover, no depression that couldn't be cured with a good, hard, brawl. He let out a laugh as he staggered forwards, tossing his hair back and stretching his arms out on either side of him. The others could try to sue for peace, but he already could tell from the murder in the mutts' eyes that they were not interested in peace. One killer to another, one primal, savage beast of war to another, they understood each other perfectly.<strong>"Well then!"</strong>he declared loudly,<strong>"Looks like I woke up jus' in time for th' party! Show me what y're made of, yeah?"</strong>Naked, using only their bodies as weapons...just as The Gods had intended it!<br/><br/>He fixed the closest mutt with a feral grin, and it seemed that he took the invitation. He stepped forwards, lashing out with his claw. Truthfully, even if Khan had tried to dodge it, he doubted he would have what with his hangover still in place. It was just a hair too quick for him to get out of the way in time, so instead, Khan didn't bother trying. He took the gouging blow to his chest with a sharp intake of air, followed by a roaring laugh as the pain spread through his body.<strong>"Nice one!"</strong>he declared, shifting his weight to step to the side.<strong>"Looks like y' mutts ain't all bark!"</strong>As he moved, he aimed a kick at the mutt's legs, but he found himself coming up short as his opponent shifted out of the way. Instead of getting frustrated, of course, Khan's smile just spread wider.<br/><br/>So this wasn't going to be too easy, then? Excellent! He hated a one sided battle. Much more fun if everybody was on equal footing, scrapping and clawing just to survive. His follow up attack was deflected as well, which just sent a surge of excitement flooding his form. Oh, he would need to find a good woman to fuck after this one! Battles where he didn't immediately dominate the field? They got his blood pumping the hardest. In fact, he could almost feel himself twitching slightly. He grinned a little. Not now, Khan. Focus. He set his stance as he prepared his defence, casting a look at the entirely too pretty man beside him; he'd stepped over specifically to give him cover from being flanked, so maybe a shared word or two would be in order.<strong>"Ha! What a wake up call, eh?"</strong>He grinned.<strong>"A good fight, beautiful women, no clothes...all my favourite things at once."</strong>He laughed to himself.<br/><br/><strong>"First one t' kill one buys the first round, yeah?"</strong>His eyes flickered up and down the other man's body, eyebrow lifting appraisingly. Man, woman...it didn't matter, as long as they were hot. And undeniably, this ethereal stranger was certainly a snack and a half. Not nearly as good looking as<em>Khan,</em>of course, but then...who was?<strong>"'N then we can talk about how <em>else</em> to celebrate afterwards."</strong>He gave the other man a salacious wink, a slightly feral, primal grin, then turned his attention back towards his opponent. Oh, this was<em>already</em>looking to be a deliciously satisfying day. A good fight, beautiful women, a pretty guy...wherever he was, maybe it wasn't half bad after all, eh?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>1)</strong> Khan uses his <strong>Five Foot Step</strong> to move up vertically adjacent to Zelthos / Bird, and horizontally adjacent to Not-Gnoll<br/><br/><strong>2)</strong> Khan uses a <strong>Move Action</strong> to attempt (and fail) a Trip Attempt at -2 without provoking (Result: 9)<br/><br/><strong>3)</strong> Khan uses an <strong>Attack Action</strong> to attempt (and fail) to attack the Not-Gnoll (result: 11)<br/><br/><strong>4)</strong> Khan will employ Shoulder Roll against the first enemy who attacks him. Attack Roll Result: 19. Damage Result: 3.</div></div>