<div class="floatleft">(http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/2907/goblinicon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Goblin Barbarian:</span></span></span><br/>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"Tak"</span></span><br/><em>- Monster Hunter</em><br/>- 33/37 HP ; AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>Tak quaffed the potion gladly, sucking up every last drop of liquid and licking the insides clean with his tongue before stowing the empty vial in his pack.  He grinned at Quinta with something approximating gratitude before hurrying back out the door, chasing after and scattering any greedy birds that aimed to eat his trophies.<br/><br/>With a few hard<em>thwacks</em>he beheaded the first terror bird, then fished the length of mole-infused rope from his backpack.  He removed the blood-stained meathook from his waist and tied it to one end, then sunk the points into the severed head's cranium until it seemed sturdy enough to pull.  The second head seemed to perplex him for a moment, until an idea came to mind.  Axe in hand, he<em>hacked</em>and<em>hacked</em>and<em>hacked</em>some more until he managed to pull the heavy beak from the terror bird's skull, tugging out the tongue and all the fleshy bits as best he could.  He bound the ugly thing up in the rope beside the hooked head, admiring his own handiwork.<br/><br/>Then he promptly sat down on the nearest patch of dry ground, took out a large book full of crude pictures of animals, flipped to an empty page, and began to draw with a length of charcoal.