<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/50/0a/f2500acfa327d92a1ec4a762e564542f.jpg)</div><strong>Gorex, the Fury King</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2084547)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ruritanian Fort<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Any, Olag's warriors (GM)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 105/105<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Unarmored Defense<br/><hr/><br/>Gorex had been inpatient entire time, once told where the 'enemy' resided he had wanted already bolt there and start swing his axe around. But was told to wait-for-whatever-fucking-reason! He had also looked other spirits curiously, similarly bound like him but still different in origins. Measuring quietly their strength. Gorex is well aware he is not brightest tool in shed and so suspects some tactic or planning is done, but he has worked just fine in direct applied action as any plans made will fall to ruin in chaos of battle anyways. So better keep open mind than set up with a plan which may not work and give false hopes.<br/><br/>To ease his boredom he wandered the fort, finding some tribal warriors drinking in campfire he approaches them, seeing they were enjoying spirits he without word growls, offering hand towards man who was holding the spirit keg and thus silently request the man to give it over. Even in this simple gesture his gleaming crimson eyes barely held back rage and contempt over mortals, a intimidation he has short on patience or for any denials. Normally he would had just punched the man and taken it but his mistress had told to behave among mortals. Despite his deep seethed hatred for them but his hatred is outweighed by his passion for spirits, taste it, after such long time while in spirit realm.