<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Minotaur27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Marcus Cantanos</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203749.msg9970844#msg9970844)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Skin's aura (+1 hit/+1 dmg); Am I missing anything else?<br/><strong>HP:</strong>24/29<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +6, Reflex +2, Will +2<strong>Init:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/>Fyr's touch burns but does not scorch, the heat seemingly absorbed beneath his skin and carried to the pains throughout his body, quenching them. It is a remarkable touch. It is a touch he would feel again. He nods in wordless gratitude.<br/><br/>Marcus had not practiced the art of "playing to the crowd". In his world combat was a sacred duty, the execution of those found guilty under Law. It was an act performed for the eyes of the Gods only.<br/><br/>However, certain aspects carried over to this strange place quite nicely. He levels his axe and swings it squarely at the smaller man's neck.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Normal attack with his greataxe.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Marcus rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total<br/>Comment: Greataxe attack<br/>Result: 3, <br/>Total: 12<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Miraculously, the blow does not connect. Is it a fault in his technique, a distraction from the crowds? Or have the Gods spoken, sparing this one's life from ending for Their own inscrutable purpose?<br/><br/>"Stand still, worm. Your doom is upon you. Surrender."<br/>