<div class="floatright">(http://www.elfwood.com/art/k/y/kylee/pretty_orc.jpg)</div><strong>Results<br/>Kursk</strong><br/><br/>Seeing flame building in Bree's hands, the sleek half orc twisted to the side.  The ray of fire sneered along his shoulder.  His chain shirt seemed to absorb some of the flame and take on a lurid glow, but it wasn't enough to stop the bastard from wincing.<br/><br/>“What rage, my sweet girl,” he taunted, coiling his whip and circling Bree.  “You wound me.  What have I done to deserve this?”<br/><br/>The half orc's full lips spread suddenly into a broad grin...<br/><br/>“Ah...  I see I'm not the only one in this tower to have had a taste of the blond girl's sweet body...”<br/><br/>Suddenly side swiped by another arcane ray—this one from the raven—Kurk gasped, then growled as he felt a chill settle into his limbs, leaching at his strength.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kursk:  <br/>Damage:28/35<br/>Active effects: Bless<br/>Conditions: -4 Strength. </div></div><br/>*   *   *<br/><strong>Jol</strong><br/><br/>Jol spun towards Hunter and lifted his falchion to deflect her blow, but was too late to prevent his skull form being cleaved open.  The minor orc collapsed to the ground in a spreading pool of blood.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jol: Vanquished. </div></div><br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><strong>Veagle</strong><br/><br/>Veagle gave a startled grunt as he spun at the last second to face a ferocious woman in the midst of a furious flurry of attacks.   Panic gripped at the old orc's heart as blood sprayed from his arm.  (Beter than his head!)<br/>The old orc had seen such a state like this before, on some of his tribe's greatest heroes.  Most had lived when he was a younger man.  Kursk had defeated the only orc with such a blessing that his generation had to offer to win his current position.  Kursk still drank ale from the other orcs' skull on feast days.<br/>In the fury of battle, a warrior could become possessed by the spirit of a mighty animal.  He could achieve the strength of the charging bull and unstoppable resilience of a raging grizzly.<br/>He'd never dreamed such a furious spirit would grace the feeble body of a woman.  Yet here she was...<br/>A<em>bear-sark</em>.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Veagle: <br/>Damage   2/19<br/>Wearing chain shirt (AC 13). <br/>Active effects: Bless <br/>Conditions: <br/></div></div>