<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/be/31/7d/be317d04650c159e24fe4275c1f3cd7b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Taran Wulftarn</strong></span></span><hr/>Taran's blade sheared through helm and skull, down the creature's neck, to finally catch on its collarbones and byrnie; the orc of course died instantly, as one tends to do when split like firewood. Taran's arms flexed and strained to finally wrench the blade free, by which point hte survivors were long gone. he snarled and looked about for more threats. There remained two, put to sleep by the witch. Well, there's no reason to ever leave an orc alive...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">I don't know if you want rolls for it, oh iollustrious DP, but Taran 100% plans to just execute the slumbered orcs, unless someone physically stops him. Fuck orcs, especially ones that hit him with javelins and try to kill cute short girls!</div></div><br/>The bloody work done, Taran seemed to slow, leaning over to take deep gulps of breath, shoulders shaking as the adrenaline drains from his strained muscles.<strong>"...Everyone is still alive?"</strong>he asked in a hoarse voice, without looking back. He wiped the red blood off of his blade with the orc's hide armor, then set about seeing what valuables the beasts may have had; vultures have no use for coin, after all!