<div class="floatleft">(http://i1149.photobucket.com/albums/o597/Seraph_Azriel/88a8941e-e8c9-4fb7-9f0b-ee49828d8cec_zpscmehupcr.jpg)(http://)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Albron Mahmud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277747.msg13654554#msg13654554)</span><br/>Half-Giant Aegis/Warhulk (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1392061)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Temple Ruins<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mahsati, Khait.<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Cloak of Resistance +1, Ring of Protection +2, Fire Resistance 5, Fortification, Hardy, DR 3/-<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +0<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 49 | 52 <strong>AC</strong>: 19 (<strong>T</strong>: 11, <strong>FF</strong>: 19) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 25 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +1</div></div><br/><br/>It seemed then that this was not the time for the warglaive but that of the mercy knife.  The half-giant relaxed himself as the mageling's tongue was removed in...a rather unorthodox manner.  A knife might have served as well a purpose but admittedly this sight was far more pleasing to his sensibilities.  A chuckle pulled at his throat.  Though twisted her lineage be she was possessed of a brutal practicality.  Dangerous allies were preferable over staid weaklings.  Especially when they could take such mighty forms.  The whelp of men seemed properly cowed as the dunewalker took to her as a doting owner might soothe the injured hunting dog.  Though the girl had blustered and said much he was certain that she'd break.  Humans were such weak-willed creatures, resistance crumbling in the face of might or superior wills.  Better to die for one's self than to live enslaved for another.  He glared contemptibly at the mage's nude form with some contempt, momentarily eyeing the strange birthmark upon her bared breast.  That gave him some pause.  Amongst his own people birthmarks were a great portent as to the destiny of the child.  Albron himself had been born clutching a blood clotted hand (signifying that he had a great purpose to serve in Gorum's service).<br/><br/>The Cardinal took to inquiring as to the skills of the newly acquired slaves as the dark elf took on the form of a raptor to intercept the now fleeing archers.  The warhulk gave a step to give chase, but reconsidered.  Gorum's gifts were given to him that he might wade into the thick of the fighting, killing indiscriminately.  Not for chasing down those so weak and possessed of so little courage that the mere idea of an ally's death sent them to flight.  No.  There's no real need for him upon this former field of battle.  Slaughter was the work of butchers, not warriors.  Though there was the matter of the competition that Khait had suggested earlier to consider...  By his count, Khait had won, having scored three actual kills to his one.  Although Mahsati would likely pass him in her pursuit of the remaining mercenaries.<br/><br/>"The battle is done."  The half-giant turned to regard Khait upon the stairs.  How strangely appropriate.  "The corpses of your enemies lie at your feet, their shields rent and bodies broken.  You fight with the strength of a death worm."  The armor gifted to him by Gorum disintegrates into shards of black glass.  "What would you have of me?"