<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/RmKjB3P.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Grendelle Modor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328801.msg15717489#msg15717489)</strong></span><br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>19/24 -<strong>Armor</strong>2 -<strong>XP</strong>1<br/><strong>Effects</strong>: Herculean appetites: persuing appetite for destruction, use 1d6+1d8 for rolls<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: hack and slash2(d6) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152238)+6(d8) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152239)+2=10<br/>Damage: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152240) eviscerating damage<br/><hr/><br/>Grendelle stared down glowing ruby daggers at the spear totting lizard, a low growl rumbling in her throat. His assertion that he was no easy meal made the towering beast bare her teeth in a way that looked eerily close to a smile. Despite his protests to the contrary he might as well have been laid out on a platter.<br/><br/>With another feral roar Grendelle gave herself into the bestial hunger that tugged at her every nerve. Not just a hunger for flesh and sustenance, but for violence, for destruction, for the satisfaction of wetting her claws. And wet them she did. Lunging forward she would almost smugly swat the lizard's spear aside, and barely a breath later a massive clawed hand swung down heavily across his chest. Her claws slashed through his scaly hide as if it were parchment. Grendelle wasn't trying to cut him, she was trying to<em>open</em>him.