<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/83xLMDD.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Orlith Belgoria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14823482#msg14823482)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 26/38<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:  14/14<strong>Tagging</strong>: everyone<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>activate rage, attack Wren<br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ezikariel would quickly learn that a barbarian's rage did not reside so quickly, especially when a fight ended before the thrill of battle could be properly relished. As she approached, barking her insults like a dog, Orlith would spin around to meet her, and the dark elf would find the tip of the massive greatsword mere inches from her throat, the radiant flames almost licking at her chin, "I'd suggest you choose your words very carefully from now on elf..." she muttered darkly, "that little paladin thought herself just as in control of the situation as you do now...don't forget just how quickly she was proven wrong..." she added, no where near in the mood to abide the slaver owner's insults. With a flick of her wrist she would bring her sword back down to her side, extinguishing the flames in the same motion, turning to allow the dark elf to attend the halfling's wounds.