<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x3R8SwD.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Nach</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36;<strong>AC</strong>16;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +7, Dex +4, Con +2, Int -1, Wis +2, Cha 0<strong>Immunities:</strong>Fear<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>darkvision 60ft;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>19,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>12,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>14<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Others at the Table, Sir Arawn Avan<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Nach idly moved his goblet back and forth as he listened to the other’s talk. A smile of excitement spread across his face as Sarek asked him about the most dangerous beast he slayed. “Well that all depends if you are talking about most dangerous by people’s view of it or how deadly it was,” he said, his deep voice rumbling his chest as he leaned forward a bit on the table. He slowly adjusted his cloak a bit to show four distinct claw shaped scars on his neck. “The one that almost got me was a Dire bear,” he said with a victorious grin. “Damn thing was massive, nearly ripped my head off when it grabbed me. But now I have that paw.” His expression as one of pride as he finished speaking. There was a solemn note in the back of his mind on what that hunt really cost him but he did not let that show through. He nearly died but he got his prey.<br/><br/>Sarek’s desire for staying with the group, was one that made sense even if it was not something, he desired himself. Aside from using the wealth to get better weapons and armor he was not sure what he would spend it on. Maybe the occasional drink or a feat for himself but beyond that everything else he desired he normally hunted for.<br/><br/>He grinned at Wynne’s comment. “Well that is true but fitting in is not something I could do here if I tried.” Truly even if he was more refined, he would still be a half-orc among humans. He would likely look at a human much in the same way if they went to the barony. It was not that he was uncomfortable being stared at entirely, the party was not somewhere he would choose to be. He chuckled to himself at the other’s comment to being okay with his messes. He already devoured his meal like a savage earlier, slight grunting as he ripped apart the food with his teeth and fingers. Not once did the half-orc consider using utensils. “You are in luck then; I have a habit of making messes of most things,” he said with a smirk, he was tempted to smile but he learned long ago that the only thing a full orc smile was good for was scaring children. It was a toothy and horrific affair to see an Orc experiencing joy, he often found himself hampering it a bit. He limited himself to grins and smirks, that was easy enough for others to handle.<br/><br/>He did not understand Wynne’s family obligations given his own status of knowing nothing of his. Renrar was really the closest thing he had to one and the Druid hardly stuck around often. “I am sure it will be a quick stop. Might have to tie you up, to ensure that you don’t just ditch us with all the work,” he teased the other. He was not heavily inconvenienced the last time they met but it was annoying to deal with those guards and their petty complaints. Truthfully, he was lucky he had not gotten himself in more trouble on that one.<br/><br/>Nach still had trouble wrapping his head around Godwine, the other seemed to be much more intelligent than he was or at least of a different experience. His brow furrowed, what would constitute a weird house? One made of cheese? He was unsure. He was also confused as to how one might dance with a fairy, where they even large enough? Or would he simply twirl around as the fairy did so as well. He did let his eyes linger on the unique man as he exposed his stomach and danced, the part Orc of course would not mind if he danced completely naked. It was oddly elegant for what he figured was a moment of alcohol induced dancing. “Hmm, I suppose shelter is a good reason,” he finally said, commenting on the concept he could understand.<br/><br/>Nach snickered at Victory and mimicked the leaning forward. “The best dancing is always done in private, remind me to show you my dancing skills at some point. Though I should warn you there is a skill and aggression to half-orc dancing that most can’t handle,” he teased right back, not as skilled at hiding his innuendos as Vic but he also did not have the sense to truly care.<br/><br/>“And as far as seeing me in action is concerned, just be sure my skill does not frighten you,” he added, playfully flexing his left arm for the men at the table. Even with his magic he still preferred to fight with just his strength and wit if he could, though the stronger enemies seemed to make that more and more difficult as of late. His smile grew as he listened to Victory, playful banter aside the was a certain kinship with the other less human looking male. Both with similar outlooks but different manners of going about it. He had never really understood what the process was for mastering magic but then again, he barely understood how it all worked. “Well I look forward to seeing what a fully realized wizard is capable of,” he said with a slight nod, he was always interested in seeing others grow in power as well and if what he heard of master wizards was true the other would certainly be a force to be reckoned with.<br/><br/>His expression returned to one of seriousness as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his powerful arms. His eyes looked on to the woman that was staring down his elf companion. He had not noticed her at first but her glances at Darc were intense to say the least. It was not alarming, but he was sure to keep an eye on the woman. Though his serious line of thinking was broken as Darc gave his reason for joining. A deep chuckle left his throat before he could stifle it, his eyes returning to the elf. “Well that is as good of a reason as I have heard,” he said, his voice deepened with laughter before he slowly came down from his amusement. Simple motivations were at least easier for the hunter to understand. A direct order from the thing that gives you strength. He would likely set on an expedition if his muscles told him to.<br/><br/>With a grunt he leaned back in his chair and poured the remaining contents of his goblet into his mouth, holding the rim just above his lips. His eyes drifted down his armor. He ran his hands over his chest, striking off the crumbs that littered his armor from the earlier eating.<br/>